I went out to the crash site a few days ago, and as I pulled up to it on a Friday afternoon with some yellow flowers, this song came on my iPod. I like the Rolling Stones. I do not like this song so much, but it felt right for the moment. I do not know how much Miles liked the Rolling Stones. I often feel like he is around– in the other room, at school, or skating somewhere. It felt like he was there at that moment too.