R: He’s been my best friend for almost 15 years. We’ve been through so much over that time and have been there for each other through heartbreak, work, school, separation and a million other minor problems in between. I would take a bullet for him. I can remember every time he saved my life just by being there or by calling at just the right time.
B: I don’t remember that
R: People forget stuff all the time. It’s a fact of life. You leave your keys somewhere, you forget about your parent’s anniversary, you don’t remember to buy condoms at the store, memories are faulty. But I worry that he forgets more than most. I’m not worried that when he’s with his girlfriend he gets a little [makes quote marks with his hands] “forgetful”
B: Rob who?
R: That’s a fact of life too and I’m not bothered by that. What I’m worried about is the fact that whole chunks of his past are gone. He’ll listen to stories of when we were in high school and, besides one or two that we tell all the time, he’ll say something like…
B: that’s hilarious
R: or
B: I wish I could have seen that
R: His short term memory comes and goes as well. It scares me because I see him struggle against his own mind, trying not to lose too much of where he’s been or what he’s done. I’m so scared that one day he’ll turn to me and say with total honesty…
[B turns and looks at Rob]
B: Hi, I’m Peter. Nice to meet you.
[blackout]