Forgetting everything practically instantaneously since, well, birth… blaming it on ADD since 2001.
If anything, it’s Tom’s fault for allowing me to go to Theisen’s unaccompanied. Because he knows I have a chicken problem. It’s like he WANTS me to have to have an intervention. Probably so he can fill the garage with motorcycles while I’m in rehab. I have you figured out, TOM.