Everyone gives me business cards, and in a week I can’t remember if I met them a week ago or a year ago, or if I like them or hate them. See, my present day self always tries to trick my future self and play pranks. I'll get a card from a subcontractor and think, "I'll remember meeting this guy, no problem. His name is Robert Janey. Bob. Bobby. He's wearing a yellow shirt. He's an electrician. He's flesh and blood, I can smell his bad breath and his eyes are blue and he's a real-life human and this is really occurring in time with witnesses and a dog barking in the background and therefore it is burned in history forever" and then a week later I find the card and think, "who the hell is Robert Janey?" I never ever remember. It's pathetic. Then one day I became a genius and now I write on the back of every card where and when I met them and I check the backs of the cards to refresh my memory. It's like that movie, Memento.