A Masterpiece
- Clint Haugen
- Mar 13
- 1 min read
“The version in my head of her is a masterpiece of selective memory.”
Whoa, who said that? . . .
“I did.”
Whoa. Who are you?
“I am you.”
No. I am me.
“You are also you.”
What? Dude, WHAT is going on? Why is your voice in my head?
“I am you.”
Stop saying that!
“You are the voice inside of my head.”
No, no, no. That’s not right. Switch back with me!
“The version in my head of her is a masterpiece of selective memory.”
Stop saying that, too! Who the hell are you??
“I am–”
I swear if you say you are me one more time I am going to flip a bitch!
“Sheesh, you are so angry.”
I'm annoyed!
“Relax, my guy. Everything buffs out in the end.”
Oh brother.
“The version in my head of her is a masterpiece of selective memory.”
Holy shit, dude. I do not want to hear that shit right now.
CH 3/13/26
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