Don't Take Me Seriously - Book - Page 290
Yes, a burrito.
Now, I did not speak of said burrito. It was only a
fleeting vision. However, in that instant, I realized
that this was the second time the cleansing
cream had forced a burrito apparition on me. I felt
violated, of course, but, beyond that, realized that
this reoccurrence proved there had to be an
explainable connection between the facial
schmeer and the gas log.
And I would find it.
Some three weeks and two showers later, after devoting most of my waking
hours to this investigation, I sleuthed it out ... but in reverse. You see, I was
making a burrito. And, as I was adding a little sour cream to it, I thought of
Noxzema.
Eureka!! Sherlock got nuthin’ on me.
Understand, Watson, sour cream sorta looks like cleansing cream. This is
especially true when the water separates a bit from the sour cream and rests on
top of it in the container, just as a little shower water might rest on Noxzema
cream in a jar. Hence a visual journey into a Noxzema jar in the shower puts one
in mind of a burrito. And vice versa.
And for those of you who don’t put
sour cream on your burritos ...
remember this is my association ...
though I might have just made it yours
hereafter, haha.
Now, these unconscious
juxtapositions, these seemingly
unconnected associations, are not
isolated events in my life. This type of
thing happens to me all the time.
More often than not, it is a memory
that pops into my head, not an utterance or a simple visual. To explain, it would
be like the sight of the cleansing cream triggered the memory of the first burrito I
ever ate – when, where and with whom.
A personal example of this type of association is the memory of a certain day
when I worked on a certain movie set ... with Snoop Dogg. It’s just a brief image
of the setting on the day, but it flashes into my mind now and then for no
