Memory Crash

I don’t remember grocery shopping with my Mother last night.

I do remember standing outside a store downtown with a woman I had just met, smoking a cigarette with her. I don’t even smoke.

I don’t remember getting home or even when I left the coffee shop my family was in.
I remember talking to one of my good friends there, and holding their 9 month old. I probably shouldn’t have.

I don’t know how well I did at bowling. Maybe I wiped out or maybe I tripped up the little step.


I don’t know where my two water bottles of wine went,

but I can guess.