Traipsing around in the the Willy Vlautin song that is my past, makes me melancholic or self-conscious at best. Still I have carried photos and letters with me all these years. As a ping out of the internets arrives, memories of fumbled kisses behind barns and my friend’s hard rock vinyl float to. Never was that fond of AC/DC, but Daniel, your Angus Young impression was the best! In your honor and the rest of my friends in 7F, I uncorked an old box of photos. Prost!