It's weird how some days can go from okay, even good, to crappy as hell in under 5 seconds. Yesterday, I was chugging along, studying (which is the reason I haven't been able to post a new blog), and feeling pretty good because I was nailing my questions. Shoot, I didn't even have to use my AK - I gotta say it was a good day.

Then I go to pick up Baby Girl from her uncle's house, and on our way back, I'm rocking to some reggaeton, bopping my head. And it happens, a song from our past comes on the radio (Tono Rosario's "Cojelo", for those of you who care). If my life had a soundtrack, that's where the needle would have screeched to a halt. It was a slap in the face, and all of a sudden I was back at all the countless parties we went to together. It was a reminder of a lot of happy memories and also of the fact that those happy memories are pretty much all I've got left.

I hate when a simple song can do that to you.