"I can't believe you forgot my birthday again!" My wife screamed at me. "That is probably the worse thing you could ever do to a girl!"
If you haven't noticed, I'm not very good at remembering things. Who could blame me? When you've grown up on the streets there are more important things then birthdays. I had really screwed it up this time. Even though it was like 9:00 at night, I jumped on my magic carpet and headed toward the nearest flower shop. After a while, we started to go in the wrong direction.
"Um... Carpet, I don't think this is the right way to the flower shop." I said. "We were supposed to take a right, not a left."
"Well, I decided to take a different way."
"Wait a second! How long have you been able to talk?"
"Since ever, I suppose." I could tell something was going on. We flew up to a tower that had a cheap cardboard sign above one of the windows that said flowers. And they didn't even spell it right. Confused, carpet threw me into the window where I hit the ground and blacked out.