I can’t remember what I was going to write here. I look in my mind and I see a missile, made of black and yellow, coming at my head at a million miles per hour.

I can’t remember what happens next. I have glimpses. Sitting on a bench while an old guy throws a brown ball to someone wearing a different colored shirt. A mad coach, yelling at me, yelling at the guy with the tattoos next to me, always yelling. Most recently I see a man crying on the ground, always clutching his foot. A handsome man, who always looks sad.

Am I lost?


I don’t remember if I was ever found