So, whattaya want from me anyway? You canŐt get blood from a stone! OK, OK, so I got a few problems of my own, I admit it. HavenŐt I always? I never made out like I was perfect. Not like some people I could mention. When I try to remember things sometimes it gets so hard, everything is just blank. I canŐt forget the pain but I canŐt remember anything else. So when I see her walking down the street or I overhear someone mention her name, the pain is there, it comes right to the front, and the only way to get rid of it is to pretend nothing ever happened, that what I truly believe to be the greatest time of my life was a mirage, even less-- that it was nothing at all. So I canŐt remember anything on my own, the only time it ever comes is in involuntary spasms.