I remember Dave Brubeck's "Take Five" and I'm pretty sure that I see the notes in vivid colors.
I remember the taste, the residue of old grease, and the purest satisfaction of a chop cheese from Hajji's bodega.
But for the life of me? I can't remember who I am, or how the hell I ended up in San Francisco.
Probably might help if I can remember where my wallet is tho.