after four days he remembered his medicine….tiny lids marked Sun.
Mon..Tue..Wed…revealed red and blue and yellow pills in white bins with a pink B-12 vitamin added for good measure…

what day is it?, he asked; a Pepsi in one hand…a rubbing of the eyes with the other, What day is it?, again…repeating himself…

it’s Thursday pop…Thursday…

ohhhh…I guess I better catch-up, opening all previous compartments…

dad….what’re you doing dad…

what time does Kelly and Michael come-on?, a mumbled mouthful took a swig…

I don’t know dad…and it’s not Kelly and Michael anymore…how many pills did you take?, walking towards him..turning on the TV…

I don’t know….what happened to the black guy?, another drink as evidence revealed a catch-up game…

dad…you’ve got too many..
don’t take all those..

there, he smiled, all caught-up….
whose the new black guy?

I don’t know pop…I don’t know…