Joey is driving out of the city, out of the suburbs, and into the country. He lights up a joint, takes a couple of puffs and hands it to me. While I’m vehemently against smoking and driving, I do have a very good and longstanding relationship with marijuana. While I don’t want to encourage Joey’s…
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A man pulls up in a red truck. Red truck. I remember a red truck. Was it this truck? It has a bumper sticker which reads “Rednecks for Change.” The man parks the truck and gets out. He has a shaved head with a brown and grey beard, the wiry kind. The kind of facial…
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I call Joseph to see if he’s willing to sit down and chat with me. “Hello?” “Hello, is this Joseph McIntosh?” “It’s me, Joey Mac and what’s your name?” “I’m not sure, actually,” I say. “Ya don’t know your own damn name?” “No, actually. Someone…” He interrupts me with: “is this some kind of a…
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“Hey Mila, it’s Sam.” Sam’s attention is divided, he looks between me and starting blankly into the distance. It’s a recognition that we’ve made a connection that he wants to help me. Sam continues after a short pause: “I need some information on an ambulance report.” I look at Alex who looks at their father…
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Alex introduces me to their dad, Sam, and I tell him my story, the whole story and how I ended up in his office. He looks as though he is critical of me, like he doesn’t want me there. “Look Tulsa, I don’t know you, and I’m generally fairly concerned when strange people I don’t…
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OK, so no money, no cell phone, no credit cards, and again, no fucking idea who I am. I could go to the police, but if I’m a criminal, they might put me in jail. I could go back to the hospital, but I’m worried that I’ll be found if I go there, found by…
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“It’s really nice to meet you Sara, and thank you for saving my life.” I said to the very beautiful and very interesting paramedic. She was still holding on to my hand which was a bit awkward and made me a bit nervous. I can tell that I’m definitely not a lady’s man by how…
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I get the fuck out of the hospital. I don’t know where I am or where I’m going, but maybe I’m thinking my best option would be to get out of the city, find a job, and see if I can figure out who I am. I’m walking through the badly designed hospital parking lot…
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A woman enters the room, accompanied by the nurse. “Hello, I’m Doctor Jessica. I understand that you want to leave, but…” I interrupt her. “No. I just wanted to use the toilet.” The nurse gives me an evil eye and says: “you asked to be discharged.” “That’s just not true. You told me that I…
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I’m lying down again. The air is still, cool, and smells weird, inauthentic somehow. Antiseptic, the air smells too clean. My eyes flutter open, everything is white or some other neutral but equally boring colour. I’m in a bed. Was this all a dream? My head feels OK, but my thoughts are slow. I have…
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