Amnesia

It had been a long night. The rest and relaxation I obtained in that McDonald's near Faneuil Hall was just what the doctor ordered, and I tried to recount the night's events. Did I really snort that much cocaine? Wow, the old ticker must be in better shape than I had imagined. My train of thought was broken though when two men in button-up shirts with bad hair and thick glasses approached me, calling my name.

"Oh my God," one of them said. "How long has it been? It's so weird we bumped into you like this, because we just found one of your notebooks the other day when we were going through old things."

They threw it on the table, and I looked inside. It was my handwriting, but I couldn't remember writing any of it. It was some very high-level math, like calculating the volume of a sphere with a triple integral or something. I had them sit with me in my booth.

"I'm really sorry, fellas, but I'm drawing a blank. How do I know you?"

"Are you kidding?"

"No, not at all. I can't recall anything."

I made them start at the beginning, and they explained that we'd met in college as computer engineering majors. We dropped out early, and created software that revolutionized the porn spamming industry. It was so revolutionary that we made 1 billion dollars selling the rights. Split three ways, that's still a good chunk of change. I asked for more proof, and they showed me a picture of myself from 1994. I had a slight mullet that was combed over, and was wearing a T-shirt that had all the people from Star Trek on it. No glasses, though. I'd always had impeccable eyesight.

"When did I know you exactly?"

"Between 1992 and 1995. We met as freshmen in college, and then after we sold the software rights, you vanished."

This was amazing. On November 13, 1995, I woke up in a mental hospital. I thought for certain it was June 10, 1992, and wouldn't hear otherwise. In those missing three years I had gone from an out of work dishwasher with an anthropology degree and mounting debt, to filthy rich without any accountability at all. I just chalked it up to good luck, but now I knew the truth. I was so fascinated by the whole thing, I took the two guys out shopping. I couldn't stand to be seen with them in those ghastly clothes any longer.