And Moby Dicks Bong

On the other side of a street I knew
Stood a girl that looked like you
I guess that’s déjà vu
I thought this can’t be true
‘Cause you moved to west LA
Or New York or Santa Fe
Or wherever to get away from me

Oh but that one night
Was more than just right
I didn’t leave you ‘cause I was all through
Oh I was overwhelmed and frankly scared as hell
Because I really fell for you

Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two-ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don’t like it sue me
Mmm the way you do me
Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by

On the upside of a downward spiral
My love for you went viral
And I loved you every mile you drove away
But now here you are again
So let’s skip the “how you been”
And get down to the “more than friends” at last

Oh but that one night
Is still the highlight
I didn’t need you until i came to
And I was overwhelmed and frankly scared as hell
Because I really fell for you

Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two-ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don’t like it sue me
Mmm the way you do me
Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by

Please believe that when I leave
There’s nothing up my sleeve but love for you
And a little time to get my head together too

On the other side of a street I knew
Stood a girl that looked like you
I guess that’s déjà vu
But I thought this can’t be true
‘Cause

Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by
Just a shy guy looking for a two-ply
Hefty bag to hold my love
When you move me everything is groovy
They don’t like it sue me
Mmm the way you do me
Oh I swear to you
I’ll be there for you
This is not a drive by

*When he was released from the hospital as Sam Beckham, the doctors had tried to reassure him that he could have a normal and fulfilling life.  He shared a duplex with an  old lady and her parrot and worked in a mediocre cd store.  He had a normal life, but not a fulfilling one.

He kept expecting his memories to come back any day, any of them, just one of them at least.  But no matter what he wanted on tv, what he listened to, or where he wandered around, nothing jogged his memories, keeping him stuck as Sam, never knowing the real him.

How could he hope that someone would get to know him if he didn’t even know himself.  Small things like his favorite color or animal were long forgotten.  The few things he knew for sure were still hiding mysteries.  The doctors had said that most amnesia patients coped and moved on well, but he couldn’t do either.  He wanted to know why the smell of coffee warmed him and made him happy before he even took a sip.  He wanted to know why he had to keep fighting back the impulse to buy dog food at the grocery store.  He wanted to know why he yearned with envy every time he passed by the van with the barbarian queen painted on the side, abandoned on a sidewalk.  

Everytime he looked into a mirror, a stranger stared back at him, asking him why he was still here, why he hadn’t died properly, and he couldn’t come up with a single response.  Maybe that was the problem behind why his memories wouldn’t come back.  They were dead, like he was supposed to be.  

Walking home from work one night, he had his first spark of a memory.  In the distance, he could see a lone figure standing on a bridge, her long hair blowing in the wind as she climbed over the railing in a short dress and for a second, a man with ice blue eyes flashed through his mind, and the words “the man with the yellow eyes.”

Running to the girl, he tried to shout to her, feeling a need beyond desperation to save her, to save her or it’d destroy him.  But as he got close enough to grab her, she noticed him, like a deer in headlights, with determination still dancing in her eyes as she took the last step of her life and fell of the bridge.

He lunged after her, grabbing ahold of her wrist, only to be pulled over with her, the splash of cold water being the last thing he remembered before the bright white light.

“Andrew Gabriel Beckett, you have quite the list of sins.”

He looked around wildly, seeing a slight shape as he squinted into the light, swearing he could see wings unfolding.

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about…” 

The figure held out a hand to him, and he suddenly realized he wasn’t in the river anymore, but standing above it, looking down at his body as it sank to the bottom to be forgotten along with the rest of his memories.

“We know.  It’s ok.  You took a life, but considering that Webber came back to life and you just tried to save one…you’ve been redeemed.  Time to come rest Andy.”

He stared at the hand, trying to let the words sink in that one of his lost memories were of murder, and realizing what all this meant.  

He was dead.

He was being offered Heaven.

Slowly reaching out, he took the figures hand and walked towards the light, to a home filled with memories that were locked away in his mind, so he could slowly unlock them one by one and know who he really was at last.*