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Short Term Memory

My roommate and I were down in the room we called the cave. We’d just got a 6 foot love sack, which is basically a fancy bean bag that costs TEXAS. We’d picked this one up on craigslist cheap. As far as I could tell it was clean too. And the guy from direct TV had come by that morning and we slipped him a twenty to set up all the rooms with cable.

Anyway, we had the tv on That 70’s Show because it’d been awhile since I felt like I was waiting at the jiffy lube.

Aaron was in one of his philosophical moods. I could tell because he was telling me about his health. He was talking about his short term memory.

“Well I haven’t smoked weed at all today and I haven’t noticed any change in my short term memory.”

It was at that point that I reminded him about the bowl we had about 2 hours previous.

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