Brushing my teeth with a ratty toothbrush. A post-it note flutters against the filthy mirror. I squint and read the note scrawled in elegant, spidery lettering. "Don't forget to check your calendar, stupid." I frown. I don't remember writing this. But the handwriting is unmistakable. Digging through dusty piles of newspapers and magazines. Distracted by fading issues of Dragon and Nintendo Power. Swallowed whole by the maw of nostalgia for an afternoon. Finally finding a calendar, long after the sun has vomited the last of it's light across the toxic sky. In heavily smeared, charcoal pencil, another note. "Her Birthday". The guilt of my forgetfulness, laid bare by the midnight stars that flicker out, one by one.
10:46 p.m. - 2020-05-27
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