Almost 4 years ago, I trapped my apartment and friends in a little yellow canister and placed it on my shelf. Then I forgot what was inside the canister. Then I forgot about the canister all together. Then I forgot some other things too. Then I forgot even more things. Then I found the canister. I took it to a cross-eyed indian man on 20th and 5th. He showed me what was in the canister. He wanted $13.50. I lied and told him I was a student. He charged me $12.50. I couldn’t believe it. I’ll have to be more careful about forgetting things, because remembering things is expensive.