To give you a more detailed explanation of how my memory works/doesn’t: I distinctly remember bringing you a single Gerbera Daisy regularly, when you lived with your Ma in the Medical Center. I remember picking them up from 1-800-Flowers on Bandera Road across from the roller rink, usually on my way over after school.
And, according to a recent court filing, they ARE your favorite type of flower.
What I absolutely do NOT remember is the exact conversation that prompted me to begin bringing you this specific type of flower. Maybe you thought it at me, telepathically? Dunno.
Additionally, I can’t seem to erase the memory of you. I couldn’t back in August 2023, or for 18 years prior, and I certainly won’t be able to, now that you’ve committed all these sexy human rights abuses against me over the past year. Now, I have no reason to suspect that you were involved in my acute psychological torture from Saturday, February 18, 2023 – August 2023. But I suspect Diane Faber and Natalie Rizea (nee Bogan) definitely were.
What do you propose we do? Seems to me, you need God in your life.
Speaking of proposals, I always keep a Ring Pop in my mochila, just to be prepared. Last fall, I was packing Funyuns, but they’re greasy and they get roughed up on the journey.
