My memory is at idle. I can hardly remember being a child. My school days are a blur. All I know now is the present. I locked away too much. There must be a reason but I can't remember why. I don't remember being born. My eyes are still closed like a newborn. Where does my time start and stop? Did I do too much drugs are not enough? How is it that I meet a wonderful woman on here that lives so far away? How is it the one that is close don't want to use me? I do know that Nascar is about to start. There is my bliss. Go #20!