When Josey heard a strange snort sound he looked to find the source of that hilarious thing. It was a girl down at the other end and she was looking around with a slack jawed , kinda blank look on her face.  Josey found that to be so funny that he couldn’t help but grin.  There she was with her hair all messed up and the drool running out of her mouth  had to be the cherry on top.  The snort kept playing over and over in  joseys  head. What was it ?  Why couldn’t he get it out of his mind. ?  Snort , snort , snort.  Amnesia could be such a bitch , tripping him up. It made him feel so disconnected from the present.<br/><br/>The snort sound brought flashbacks of another memory. Joseys face changed to a solemn ash grey and his eyes became vacant , just staring through the far wall<br/><br/>He was traveling to fairytale land again in his head. Looking through the keyhole of the door to somewhere far far awayyyy.<br/><br/>He was a young man. Happy , strong and energetic ; full of life and hope.  Full of piss and vinegar. Young dumb and full of cum. Ready to take on the world and make his mark. Shall I go on ?  Please NO —There was a beautiful black haired witchy woman with him working by his side.  They were on a farm of some sort. Maybe it was just a back yard.  There was a small wooden house behind them.  The sounds of ——. Snorting sounds ? Yes snorting from little pigs running around at his feet.  He was working on building a pig pen.  He felt happy and satisfied.<br/><br/>This must be another key to his past	It was like a puzzle but harder because every time he got a piece , the trouble came with the timeline. Flashes of memory without a timeline we’re like random television commercials.  That funny looking girl and the snort sound  was all it took to send him tripping again. LSD?