I was saving up for a new brain but, man, try and get a loan for one of those.

My old brain started failing me.  I would forget things.  But I’d know I’d forget them.  That’s the thing: I’d see a pen and I knew what it was, what I’d used it for before, but I couldn’t get my brain to remember.  It was so frustrating.

Out in the street one time, a woman came running up to me and asked me how I was doing, and wasn’t it a long time since we’ve seen each other, things like that, but I couldn’t place her face.  I think I remembered her hair color, and when I meandered my way through some nondescript answers, she went away, confused and probably offended.  Hope it wasn’t anyone I cared about.

And it wasn’t just my memory, no.  I think my brain stopped sending signals to the rest of my body at times.  Like a hiccup and suddenly, after peeing, my brain would forget to tell me I was done, and there I’d stand for a while, dick in one hand, strangers thinking me a pervert on the other…figuratively.

Went up a several flights of stairs when my apartment building’s elevator stopped working for a while and at the landing for my floor, my legs stopped.  I wanted to get going, I knew where I needed to go, but my brain wouldn’t tell my legs to do anything.  It was really annoying.

If my brother were still alive, he’d lend me the money for the new brain.  I know he would, even if I can’t remember his face right now.  But my whole family’s gone.  My mother also needed a new brain but died with her old original one in her head.  We never knew our father, my brother and me, and I think he’s the reason why our bodies are falling apart.  My brother, he died when his off brand legs broke and he fell onto the subway tracks.  His legs made him heavier than people thought and he died when the train ran him over.  His wife got all of his money and she doesn’t speak to me.

Whoever our father was, he was a cheapskate.  That’s obvious by just looking at my mother and brother and me: we should’ve lasted a thousand years.  We’re not robots or anything, but whoever married my mother, he was supposed to make sure our parts were maintained, and our original bodies were replaced as necessary.  You hear about guys like him more and more: they literally build a family and then leave it when they figure out how to build a newer model.

Been saving up for years and I think by this time next month I’ll have enough for additional brain memory and a back up.  But that isn’t the same as a new brain.  A new brain means full functionality.  A back up is just that because you’re anticipating the end.  But at least I’m a wi-fi hotspot and it’ll take me a little while, but if we run into each other in the street, I’ll remember your face.