High School mixtapes can be a very exhausting thing to listen to. That one tape I had, which I listened to every time I drove to school, every time I drove home, to work, to my girlfriend's house, even to college a bit. To have all that rush back in a little POS car that seems able to evoke the spirit of my long past red Volkswagen convertible super beetle can be too much. like being crashed over with hot blooded waves of memory, set to ska. I suppose that as one's life grows, drowning in your memories can become a greater danger.