Yes, this means you.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
“When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you. Heh heh.”
Posted by in 22:16:07
Can you recall that time in Katmandu, with the little one-eyed yellow idol that I sat against while I strummed endless dirges on that broken guitar? I still have the scar, just above the eyebrow, where those pesky bats suddenly descended on us. It was lucky that you had a sewing kit with you, eh? Did you ever get your teeth back, by the way? That shoe salesman turned up in Guildford, where I managed to track him down and get most of my molars and one of my canines back. Turns out he was collecting them for a voodoo ritual, would you credit it.
Anyhoo, here’s to old times!
~lg
Hi Abs,
I was just remembering Thursday, when you replied to the email I sent you. That was a classic, eh?
Hey, remember that time you were a communist?
Well, that was fun. Now get back to your toryness.
I remember that time you were showing me your cat, and it jumped onto the keyboard and sent me your science homework. That was amusing.
I do not know how to express my feeling!! I am shocked by your unprecedented sight.