"Rain man the cocaine man" mind you a >black< dude once called me. Photographic memory I once had. At this point numbergraphic. I memorize digits incredibly. Even before I went to prison, I memorized many digit medicaid card #'s with ease. NOw on photos, mind cant sync movement with memory so this one not definate but I remember street signs with names of street on it and make turns based on that. All logical signs some i cant even define atm, point to me having photographic memory. And all in all, my overall mind....before coma...i was a savant. a retarded genius without any >one< exceptional ability. Cant play the guitar or nothin. OH MY BAD, DESPITE HAVING THE MEMORY/MOVEMENT ISSUE I WAS LEARNING TO PLAY THE PIANO REALLY EASILY WHEN I WAS A KID. BUT MY POPS PENIS ENVY CAUSE I WAS GOING TO PLAY BETTER THAN HIM. HE HAD ME QUIT. But "i aint going to lie tho son". My pops fucking nice at the keyboard. My man play melodies without looking at notes...just listening to a song. You tell me that aint impressive WELL THEN! I aint impressed with you. Obviously not trying to gain any favor from pops... you saw the first remark. But fucking guy aint no FUCKING savant...Guy genius. period. with sheetrock and paint etc jobs. Building garages and stuff. Piano and he is nice at that too. Man...where his lonesome life style got him...I HOPE HE IMPRESSED WITH HIMSELF CAUSE I AINT EXACTLY IMPRESSED WITH HIS LONE-DRIVEN HEART. bye ;-( oh my bad i been getting emails from lowes. well fuck lowes sad to say im missing a name of GREAT sentiment...the name of store id go to get supplies helping pops as a kid. home improvement maybe? that dont sound to be fact...let me think into it maybe it will come. doesnt feel like it