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The morning of March 1, 2006, I drove myself back to the bar I had left just a few hours before. I arrived when the bar opened to look around and try to piece together any memory from the previous night while hoping I would at least find some of the things I had lost. The bartender was helpful, but we were unsuccessful in locating my missing items (dignity included). Wherever I looked, no memories were coming back to me. I ordered a beer. I sat alone at an empty bar all day. I made no phone calls; I saw no one besides the bartender, just ordere...