Huh?
Welcome to the inside of my mind. Sorry for the clutter. While in the realm of nonfiction, let me just say memory is a lousy filer. To the best of my recollections the following actually happened. Hopefully none of it will hold up in court, being hearsay from an unreliable witness.
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Thief at the Jewels
Unless you’re one of the fewer than 100 people in the world with hyperthymesia, you probably don’t recall every minute of your existence. Hyperthymesiacs are gifted (?) with such enhanced autobiographical & episodic memory that they have the ability to recall in [excruciating] detail all their life experiences. I’d say this is some curse, especially…
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The Y-Files
From its first airing I followed Star Trek. I’ve read & watched a lot of sci-fi ever since. Not the type to go to conventions, or watch the DVD extras, or become fluent in Klingon. It’s just entertainment for me, not a lifestyle. I was not suited to study science during my formative public education…
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Parable of the Sewer
For dark times [Warning: The following contains scatological humor. Viewer discretion advised.] Though I have twinges of OCD, I’m no germaphobe. I’ve always been happily on the grubby side. Like a tidy slob, my clothes or home may look neat, but they are seldom clean. Never prissy about biological odors, I’m one of those who…
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Sleep War Z
At an Urgent Care walk-in clinic, for the fun experience of healthcare, I fell down a rabbit hole. A severe positional vertigo accompanied by tingling in arms & legs had brought me here. I wasn’t that concerned, but the nurse hooked me up to an EKG, then left & came back with a doctor. The…
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Teenage Scofflaw Calls the Cops
At the tender (ha!) age of 16 I bought a car. I’d already had a few albeit low-wage jobs by this time. Since I was still living at home I could easily save cash, though this was no luxury vehicle. I paid $350 for it. I was probably robbed, but it was my wondrous cerulean…
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Once Upon a Boneyard…
Cemeteries have always been my favorite parks. Especially the older ones with lots of large trees. They’re more peaceful than those other parks with living people in them. Reading headstones can be both intriguing & amusing. Then there’s the bittersweet melancholy-by-proxy thing when encountering a particularly poignant stone, like that of a child. Plus I’d…
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