Remember, remember

I need to do something, and I keep forgetting to do it, so here goes.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry if I don't remember your name, I'm sorry if I don't remember where we met, I'm sorry if I don't remember if I owe you something, I'm sorry if I don't remember where you work, I'm sorry if I don't remember if I tattooed you, I'm sorry if I don't remember your wife/husband/girlfriend... I'm sorry if I don't remember....

After being hit by a car in 2006, and recovering what was left of my health and life, I started to notice a small issue, I began to have a little trouble remembering things, though I wore a very good helmet, that was reduced to pulp. I was in an sedated state for a few days and I can't recall any scans were done of my brain. So I guess they felt it wasn't necessary, I guess when the main priority is making sure you stay alive some things are forgotten, ironic I know.

So I want to apologise if I at any point, if I have offended you, it was never my intention, I truly don't remember.

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