I have the strangest feeling that my brain cells are somehow throwing themselves down on sharp things. My memory has progressively gotten worse. It never was razor sharp, but now it’s barley a dull edge. The thing that has becomeapparentt is that the part of my brain responsible for names and phone numbers, has been used as a trampoline by the rest of the brain cells. I have always excepted that, kind a embraced it in a way. Making light of the fact that you just introduced yourself to me and in the midst of the words leaving your mouth they have been forgotten. Then the cat and mouse begins. I call you “man”, “bro”, “dude”, or just say "whats up” when I see you.
But lately my mind has gone to forgetting things that I really know. Like how to pee. Not really but you get the idea. I can’t tell if it’s that I am getting older or if I just think about too much at once and lose everything by doing it. Whatever the reason it’s worrying me. So if you see a 6’7 guy standing on a corner with half his face shaved and a confused look, please stop your car, check my wrist band and take me home to my wife.
OK so I did forget how to pee.
4 comments:
nice picture: you on the corner in a bath robe like a half shaved gangster.
aaron got out again.
pegg
Is that brian wilson? No Aaron must have seen a preety light.
I will never let Perry babysit my kids.
~chris
I remember going through this phase in life. Sort of. My memory slipped a bit... I remember NOT remembering stuff at least. I remember my cognitive abilities slipped a bit too. It was around my 18th or 19th year if I recall correctly. I asked my mother if she went through that. She just stared at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train... Then she tied me to a wall, stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was 26 and a half years old.
I think.
A lot of those years are fuzzy.
Don't worry, I compensated by just putting other people down and mocking their insecurities. So it all worked out ok.
~chris
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