My life has some really amazing moments, but I forget everything. Everything!

I remembered that once, while riding in John's grandfather's cadillac, a car full of us saw a stark naked woman wandering around in the middle of the street, but I forgot that we circled back (twice!) to get a better look until Gabe mentioned it.

I forget that I have done some of the drugs I have done. At the time you think it means something, when you are crouching down in a car somewhere, watching out for witnesses; you think, This is a big moment in my life. But you feel the same afterwards, and later you don't even remember until something reminds you.

My little baby retinas are melting because I have been looking at a computer screen for 8.5 hours today. It's time to go.