I've used up two wishes... what's the third?
"You have one wish left," said the genie."Huh?" I said.
Where am I? What's going on?
I was standing in an alleyway, dirty lamp in my hand with a smoke-trail genie sticking out of it.
"What do you mean 'one wish left?'" I asked. "Did I have other wishes?"
"Yes," said the genie. "I gave you three."
"Did you?" I said, scratching my head. "I don't remember that at all. Jesus, I wish I could remember what I wished for."
The genie vanished, and I remembered that my second wish was to forget my first wish.
My first wish, well, if only I could forget it again.
