and as the sun went down, and we took to the highway. i remembered you. we poured shots, and we sang, and we laughed. i spilled whiskey on my skirt. i didn’t care, but i still remembered. smoke filled the car, i lost myself to the sound of the wind through the windows. we were going 90, maybe 95, maybe faster. we played our favorite songs, and we reminisced about the people and the places we dearly missed. i was no longer afraid, but i still remembered. after hours, we arrived, parked up the street, walked towards the crowd. we laughed, and smiled, and embraced all of our friends. we filled our glasses, then emptied them, then refilled them, and repeated. we stumbled and we talked. we danced and took photos with pretty girls in black dresses. it was just another night on fire. and at some point, between chain smoking and joy rides, i realized a simple truth.. as much as i drink, as fast as we dance, and deep as it cuts, i’ll never forget. i am cursed to remember.