I'm wide awake on memories

These memories can't wait.

I feel like there is an inexhaustible supply of events from my life that assert themselves in my memory with a force inversely proportional to a reasonable measure of their importance.


Example: Several years ago I had a neighbor that I traveled with socially on occasion who owned a video rental store. On some occasion during that period of time, probably at least 5 years ago, I had a conversation with my older brother about the customers of that store who would sometimes be waiting for it to open in the late morning - specifically, those who were there to rent adult movies.

This recollection was triggered while I was showering, because I was squeezing a dab of shampoo, and flashed back to my brother's pantomiming these customers squeezing lubricant into their palms, moving the bottle in a slow, circular motion, and gazing intently on the store, waiting for the door to open.

It cracked me the hell up then, and it cracks me the hell up now.

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