What I Really Think

Okay, you’re right, I forgot something. So I guess it’s time to bundle me up and drop me off at the old folks home where I can spend my time sitting in the corner, drool escaping from the corner of my mouth, waiting for my medication so I can buzz my way through another day wondering why no one visits me because I can’t remember the day before when you did visit, or the day before that, a string of worthless pearls of broken teeth. You’re right. Now if I could just remember your name, I’d tell you what I really think.