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I found a purple post-it note in my bedroom.
I must have written this at my old house because it was in a book from a box I haven't touched since the move.
But I don't remember writing it.
And I don't remember having purple post-its.
But I do remember "Absinthe Night".

This is exactly what it says:

Strange because as I remember it, I went down to the barn with Eric in the dead of night - both of us right shittered on the green stuff - to refill the water buckets in the paddocks.
And we totally half-assed it.


Hey, that reminds me, I was talking to my sister the other day about booze and dope and she said she had found out how to - and was going to - make absinthe; I said "This is what happened last time I drank that shit!" and displayed the four wicked scars on my left arm. We laughed.

Oh. I think things are starting to connect now....
Hmm....
Does any of this make sense to you?