I listened to the final track gazing out the window, watching the traffic go by on Stanstead Road, breathing in the smell of wet asphalt, playing with a can of Coke, trying to tie it all up to this song, wondering if in 10 years’ time, when I’m listening to this piece reminiscing about my youth, I’ll still remember this moment as my senses presented me with it, or if my brain would just fill in the gaps as I’m sure it had done with most of my memories so far.