My ex loved Sweet Williams and once we were out driving in the countryside and there was this old dilapidated farm with like an honour system stand offering neat little bouquets of various wildflowers and it was this old bedside cabinet with a creaky drawer that had a tub with the money inside. I paid for the sweet bills and we drove away and it was my favourite summer love memory aside from all the wicked-rad intercourse and stuff (the country lanes smelled like wild garlic)