Alzheimer's Disease
Hello, my name is Joshua Cabrera and I have alzheimer's disease. Alzheimer's disease is a disease that affects the brain. It causes people to be forgetful and confused. This all started back in 1919. Back then, I had a yellow suit and a gold hat. Every day I would fetch the paper and Tom Clancy would pass me by and I would greet him. For some reason, Bill would always get angry because he says I would keep forgetting his name. Well let me tell you, Marty couldn't have been more wrong. I have remembered things for as long as I can remember and I haven't forgotten one thing. As a matter of fact, I can still remember the day I bought that farm in Kansas. The wheat was all purple, as usual, that year and, for some reason, I couldn't find any giraffes. Figuring they'd show up sooner or later, I set to work planting bananas. The harvest was unusually small that year. Nevertheless, I continued to plant avocadoes at my farm in Oklahoma. One year however, my good times took a turn for the worse. I had just finished harvesting my mangoes when all of a sudden, I saw a rabbit. This wasn't any rabbit, mind you, this rabbit was fifteen feet tall. It had big bug-eyes and demanded my apricots. Well let me tell you, I wasn't about to let that lion have my tangerines. I wrestled the huge beast with my bare hands. In three minutes, I had him hanging above my mantle. That tiger put up quite a fight, though. I lost three fingers and both of my arms in that battle. It was as strong as three elephants. In fact, it was almost as strong as the T-rex I wrestled in 1932. I remember it like it was yesterday. I wrestled him because my friend Arnie Potts had bet me a sandwich that I wouldn't win. It was turkey and swiss cheese, thinly sliced, with mayonnaise and mustard on rye. That was the best sandwich I have ever had. Well let me tell you, I wrestled that brontosaurus with all my might, and do you know what? He's up on my wall next to the rabbit. That reminds me, I never did give Tim Clayton those tickets to the box social. It's not like he deserved them, though. I remember that day he refused to revulcanize my car tires. He thought just because I scared his cows, he could refuse to give me service. It wasn't my fault his cows started giving sour milk. It was that Peterson boy. He and the local boys were always running around scaring something or other. I remember, one time, they scared the knickers right off old Mrs. Johnson. She was watering the magnolias, as usual, and they came running up like it was the end of the world. Poor Mrs. Johnson was up in that tree faster than a turkey out of the oven. She ran faster than Billy Woods the day of that marathon. He had to run 15 miles in the blinding snow... uphill no less. So Jim was running the marathon normally when all of a sudden...um...it's a little foggy. But, believe me, he ran like the dickens. So you see, in the end, it all worked out. Steve never did win that hockey game, but, with the help of the '43 Dodgers, we found the fountain of youth. Now, if you'll exuse me, those prunes are kicking in.