HAHAHA, I wouldn't believe myself either, if it were not for my freinds that have been there to tell the story...often better than me...

.... at a ripe age of almost 36, many stories almost seem like distant dreams now... which bothers me... I do not want to grow so old as not to be able to make new stories... GOOD stories...
its called getting old noah. its part of life. dont worry, your not alone. my memory is about as long as a knats twig in the winter time.