sidney.
i was educated by nuns.
i have excellent long-term memory.
i kissed shirley felder on the teeth.
but my parasite is consuming all the new memories. eating my lines.
what color?
burnt sienna.
this is your history, isn't it? nicky? all around us. and my parasite is consuming it.
i kissed her while she was laughing.
i can see her face so clearly. dear god. my heart was flying out of my chest with love.
i feel shaky about one line in particular. if i can get past this line. i think i can handle the last long speech.
the son says to the father, this could be it.
that's the line i can't ever, for the life of me remember. i just can't get it.
i know it sounds easy. but something happens between the time i hear the line and the time i'm suppose to jrepeat it.
this could be it.
let's work on it.
this could be it.
this could be it.
does what feel comfortable?
this could be it.