memories

I forget more than I remember now. My buddy Jackie had to remind me of the time my back right tire was stolen clean off my car. While sitting parked outside my rental suite, in a “safe” residential area. (I’d pay some good cash to see my face that morning as I put that car in drive and was met with a grinding thump so foreign I literally did 1,000 internal double takes.) How did I forget that? And then three days ago I was making a grocery list and blanked on the name for laundry detergent. My frustrated replacement? Clothing fluid. Oh brain, you holey SOB.
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