I get there and let me tell you my heart was pounding. I go to the building and look at the bottom block where the car had hit the building.
AND LET ME TELL YOU, THE CRACK IN THE BLOCK IS STILL THERE, AND THE ONE RAILING IS STILL BEING HELD IN PLACE BY DIFFERENT COLOR CEMENT JUST AS I REMEMBERED IT!
October 30th, 1997 – I move back home and start to look for people with similar experiences or who I think can really “help me“. I arrive in the afternoon (as I had driven through the night), we unloaded the truck and I went to sleep.
The next day my Mothers friend Astrid follows me over to the local u-haul facility, asks me how I feel, and I told her that I feel fine but thanks for asking. Over the next month, I am trying to piece together the fragments of my memory. I got to High school and start to ask questions.
The coaches all, of course, remembered me but the strange thing is when I asked them about the steroid trial they all said the EXACT same answer. They all seemed to get this glazed look in their eyes and they all said word for word “I remember something about that, but I just canít put my finger on it!”
All the people who I know were there all seemed to get the same funny look in their eyes. I try and talk to my mother about what I am remembering and the thing is everything and anything that I would say her response would be “ANDY, THAT NEVER HAPPENED“. Even simple things like when I got into trouble as a kid when my parents were going through their divorce, where I went to school in Germany, the fights my parents used to get into when they going through their divorce.
“ANDY, THAT NEVER HAPPENED“.
So I began to cross-check events with my father and the rest of my family and they remembered most of the events as I did. This did not make ANY sense. So I stopped discussing it with my mother and secluded my self in the basement of her house. I went to see Father Jack and asked him about the steroid trial and his response to me was “Andy, that never happened. We would never allow that to happen. I strongly suggest that you don’t say another word to ANYONE about ANY of this and I strongly suggest that you forget that you even think that it happened.”
This really pissed me off, because I know that I am not crazy but what the hell is going on around here. So I tell Father Jack that I am going to call Dr. Purrizzo and ask him about and of course Father Jack tries his absolute best to convince me not to talk to ANYONE. So if course I call Dr. Purizzo and get his service at his office as he is on vacation in California.
So I tell his nurse that I want to leave a message for Mrs. Purrizzo (as she was the one who was caring out her sexual fantasies on me with her friend back when I was in High School and was the one who would come up to visit me at Rochester and try and get me to sleep with her) and if anyone would remember it would be her. The next day Mrs. Purrizzo calls me and I just ask her if she remembers me and if she remembers going to Rochester at all. She informs me that her memory (conveniently) has gone since she has had Alzheimer’s disease.
But she remembers me from when she went to see her son play football against the University of Rochester but that was it. This was impossible since I wasn’t playing football when her son (who was playing for Carginee Melon) played the University of Rochester. The next day I get a call from Dr. Purrizzo who is calling me from California while on his vacation. And he says to me “This better be good” and I started to ask him in a very nice and gentile tone about the steroid trial and he starts to laugh at me calling me insane and that I need to have my self checked into a mental clinic.
So I ask him about when I worked at the Ho-Ho-Kus Inn for him parking cars and how he hypnotized me and put me on the table to try and find out if I was sleeping his wife and to get revenge for ruining him at the steroid trial. He started laughing at me again (and I could hear Mrs. Purrizzo and a few other people laughing in the background) and he tells me that I NEVER worked at the Ho-HO-Kus Inn. So I ask to speak to Mrs. Purrizzo and he tells me that haven’t I put her through enough and since she has Alzheimer’s disease she has no memory and that for god’s sake go and get some medication as I am a danger to society and hangs the phone up on me.
I am now very confused, within two hours Dr. Purrizzo’s oldest son (whom I have never met never even knew existed until now) calls me out of the blue to reassure me that there never was a steroid trial and that he has a list of psychologist who would be more than glad to help me.