Ancidotal

Todays problems will become jokes of yesterday told drunkenly at parties amidst hoots and wails of laughter and people saying; 'Andrew you crack me up' You will become the memory of an ancient pain, an old scar that when noticed will be an interesting ancidote. My listener will say things like; 'Really?' 'No way!' 'I can't believe that!' And 'Where is she now?' With that final question my story will lose it's humour and the scar will be pushed by what ever lurks beneath it, sofly I will reply 'I wish I knew.'