My truck roared to life as I backed out of the driveway. I wasn't going anywhere specific, but I wanted to drive around to clear my head, though I knew I would regret it the next time I had to pay for gas. I flipped through my radio, thinking painfully about the stereo upstairs, stuffed into the black garbage bag. His stereo. I stopped at the first semi-clear station and listened to the song for a few seconds. Forever Young, by Alphaville. That wouldn't help. I flipped around until I found another partially understandable radio station and began to drive, but stopped when I heard the song. It was Cruel Summer, and it had reached the line about "leaving me here on my own". I groaned and shut off the radio. It would do no help to listen, every song reminded me of my pain. I sighed and got out of the car. A smart move; I could postpone my next gas station trip. And my next sob.