I recently dug though a gigantic box of old crap that I kept over the years. I don't normally keep things unless they are of value in some way or another. Somehow, a few old notebooks that I wrote in made the cut. Most of them were from 10 or so years back, when i was 16 and first started "writing". In one was this thing I came up with - 150 stories in 150 words each. Each story was a puzzle to figure out - "What's happening in this story?" kind of thing.

They all sucked.

A whole, whole lot.

Execpt this one, I think:

He concentrated as hard as he could on the music. As each note fell out of the speaker, he picked it up, dusted it off and examined it carefully, dismissing it and putting it away only after the next note made its appearance. It was a country song - something modern, not a classic of any sort. As the model-quality "singer" left the bridge about how she was "turning her life around since he left", and entered the now-modified chorus describing what she was going to do with her new-found life, He bobbed his head up and down and began tapping his foot. His wife watched this behavior intently.

Softly, the music faded away. "Well, what did you think of that one?" The doctor asked.

"Hmm..." he said, smiling slightly. "Yeah... I like that one." Immediately, his wife broke down, overcome by the knowledge that her husband was truly gone.

Figure it out yet? If not, here's the answer:

He has amnesia.