The Memory Police Approach, Save Your Moments

I remember waiting to go to school because I envied my brothers who got attention for their homework.


I remember the close relationship I had with my mom, we went to shows together, we went to dinner, we did many things together.

I remember when I felt betrayed by my mother, that all she wanted was for me to do her bidding and that I really had no personality.

I remember the pool in our backyard and coming home from working in a hot smelly kitchen and jumping into the fresh water.

I remember loving my dad for his sense of humor

I remember hating my dad for his unpredictable behavior.

I remember making my classmates laugh, finding that I had talent for comedy.

I remember being on the good side of authority because I was cute and funny.

I remember being scared of my power and not knowingwhere to turn for support.

I remember writing papers for many of my classmates and being found out by the teacher because the irony and sense of humor throughout was similar.

I remember writing a story about visiting the dentist and saying the fish in the tank had braces and thinking it was the funniest thing I had ever written.

I remember having a girlfriend in highschool and staying with her because I was afraid I would find no other.

I remember reading with this girlfriend the joy of sex and then trying to have sex with ice cubes pinned against our genitalia.

I remember the dogs I’ve had thoughout my life: rusty, spot, Jennifer, muffin, willie, and loving all of them.

I remember my maternal grandmother, who, unknown to us, suffered fromAlzeimer’s and we used to take advantage of her senility.

I remember my fraternal grandmother and how we loved when she would babysit us because she was kind hearted and warm and sweet.

I remember having a tough time in high school and not being able to be vulnerable. And paying for that for the next forty years.

I remember my hand being held in a crowd by a fortune teller and she stopped and said, “who’s hand is this?” and I answered and she proceeded to tell me how special I was and the special things I would do in life.

I remember the gypsy lady saying I would be great.

I remember the delusions of grandeur.

I remember the delusions of lowdeur.

I remember saying goodbye to all those who loved me before I swallowed the pills

I remember staying alive because I had to, because I wanted to, because life is short and it really doesn't matter what anyone thinks; I've got a lifetime to accomplish what I WANT

I remember something, something sweet, something mellow. something that kept me alive