We Told Jokes Once

I lied to everyone about that SingStar night. Said there were no recordings, no proof. Found a video on an old camera card the other day—Anne and me, already pretty gone, telling jokes I can’t even remember. I was on Hohes C juice. Anne was on actual alcohol.

You stumble on something like that and it hits different. Not because the video’s any good—it’s grainy, pointless, the jokes don’t even land if you can hear them. But because you forgot it existed. Here’s evidence that we were there, being stupid together, and the camera caught it. One forgotten file on a memory card is all that kept it from being gone.

Not Oscar material. But proof enough.