Alzheimer’s

Alzheimer’s

Dedicated to Tim (TIM-BLOOD) whose
comment led to a comment back…
and an idea:

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Grady didn’t like being confused.
He did not remember the name
of the man standing before him.
The man said, he was his son Barry.

1…2…3…4…5. Grady could count.
He remembered the first boobs he
ever saw in the flesh…Cindy. She
was a friend of his sister…maybe?

Grady remembered the two girls
changing into bathing suits in front
him at age nine. Not even thinking
he would notice. What was her name?

Oh look! Barry is here! He was sitting
in the visitor’s chair of his room and
being so quiet. Grady smiled at him.
He was thinking they could ride bikes.

Barry was his best friend all through
school. Grady was an only child. Then
they fought over a girl and never spoke
again. Who is this guy in the chair?

1…2…3…4…5. Mary had the boobs!
He couldn’t remember her face. She
had the room next to him all through
childhood. Grady wondered why?

The man said he had to leave. Grady
was glad…cause he was damn creepy.
He bent to kiss Grady’s head and Grady
popped that faggot in the mouth.

Fucking queer! The man left crying and
the nurse came in and gave Grady a
shot that put him to sleep. He had a
dream of jerking himself off.

He did that alot ’cause he was thirteen.
He thought about boobs. He even tried
on his mom’s bra once. Remembering
that made him wonder if he was queer.

He woke feeling great…except a bit
sticky down there. He thought about
calling off work. Especially since he
couldn’t remember what job he did.

Looking around, he thought he must
be in a hospital. So…no work today.
The nurses cleaned him up. He really
liked that one Mary. Nice big boobies!

His wife better not find out! She was
extremely jealous. She never visits.
He wished he could rememer her name.
So pretty. He wished they’d had kids.

NO! The creepy gay guy was back!

1…2…4…5…6.