155 Street

There's a knock on the door, I put down my notes and look up.
"Hi David, how are you doing? Sit down."

"Oh I'm doing okay Doctor, but there's this thing that has really been bothering me. I'm having this problem with my eyesight or something, but one day there was bright flash of light and then I blacked out, and the next thing I remember is having this really weird conversation with guy at the diner down the street. He keeps on saying stuff like he knows me from somewhere, and at first, I don't think that I know him, but the more he keeps on insisting that he does know me, I begin to recognize him. It was really weird. I kept on popping in and out of recognition and then all of a sudden I was in my bed. "

"So where do you think you know this guy from?"

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