I wake up.

I do not know where I am.

I am in a tricycle.

I cannot remember.

Something about drugs blur my mind.

Was I ill? Was I drugged?

I cannot remember.

I need to go home. Where is home? I know my name. Yes, Sam

I check my pockets, I find a phone...surely it must be mine.

I am saved. Oh no, I can't unlock it.

I can't remember. Date says Thursday on the phone screen. That is wrong, I don't know why but I know I'm missing time..a great deal of time.

Argh! I cannot remember.

Someone is shouting at me outside the tricycle, probably the owner of the tricycle.

I get out and start walking. They say walking clears the head,

I can't remember where I heard that from but then again I don't remember anything.

It's getting dark, I hoped someone would call the phone but it never happens.

As I trudge along, a blurry face hits me suddenly...she's offering me something...drugs? Maybe, but I don't take it even though he seems nice. I really wish I could remember.

Darkness descends, I think about how worried my family must be but then again no one has called...maybe it isn't my phone. Where have I been since Monday?

Monday!

Yes, I have lost time since Monday. I was very tired on Monday and had gone to sleep in the afternoon. But what happened after? I can't remember.

Someone shouts from behind me, a child's voice...another one waylays me. He looks hungrily at my phone. I decipher the situation immediately and throw the phone far away. I won't let them take my only connection to my memories. I also know I can take them. I quickly grab one and beat him down trying to make the other afraid. He isn't. Oh no, he has something in his hand..a plank of wood maybe and he hits me. I flail around mumbling threats. An old man intervenes and they take to their heels. I run to pick my phone and the old man signals for me to follow him. Without a word, I do so.

He leads me to a room where I can sleep for the night. I do not know why he is being nice to me. I am bruised and tired.

So tired...I hold the phone and I suddenly remember the password 1974. I guess a beat down was what I needed. I try calling anyone and everyone, it does not go through.

I don't know them, all unfamiliar names just staring back at me. I fall to my knees and cry. The face offering me drugs blurs again in my mind, so gentle, so kind like she knew all the answers.

I weep for my unfortunate self and sleep off.

I wake up.

I'm in a room but not the room I slept in.

My clothes have changed, I'm wearing a white jumpsuit.

My room is white and padded.

I hear my name from outside...a woman calls me

I look outside the only thing resembling a window to the outside world and I see her face so sweet with my drugs.

I wake up to the realization that I'm another crazy man on Monday.