Creating Memories
I can’t remember alot of things from my “infant” stages, like when I was in 2nd grade and stuff, I can hardly remember ANYTHING from elementary school, and even middle school is a tiny bit hazy, so I’m just gonna make my OWN memories.
I do remember though, that when I was in elementary school, the president came to my school (Bush) and all the kids and teachers pelted rocks at him, and then there was the time in middle school where I hooked up with a chick (Jenny) who ended up having a tail, which I should have noticed BEFORE we got naked, but it was akward nonetheless.
And then just yesterday, I was standing in front of the bank when this guy started to rob me and so I kicked him in the nuts, and he pulled out like this huge gun, and started shooting everywhere, and then my car transformed into Opitmus Prime, and we battled him to the death, and once he was dead, I was beloved by all the hot chicks at the bank (yeah, ’cause hot chicks go to the fu*kin’ bank) and even the fat chicks. Fat chicks need love too. And THAT’S how I became a polygymist.
Wow.
Probably shouldn’t have dropped acid this morning. Bad idea. I’m just kidding, I don’t do drugs and none of those things ever happened. That’s creating memories, let’s see what I do remember.
I remember being in Elementary School and getting my heart broken, and it’s never healed which is why I havn’t had a good or real relationship since then, and am kind of afraid of girls. I remember my grandparents being murdered. My birth grandmother dying. I remember every pet I had dying. I remember flipping over my bike handlebars. I remember being attacked by bats.
I do remember stuff, but it’s never quite as interesting as the stuff I make BELIEVE I remember.
Basically the moral is, go out and lie.
MW
