The choice is yours.“I’m going, but I’ll fly commercial.” I said making the decision out loud.Tomorrow is July 4th, 1984, and my birthday. I�...ll turn eight years old. My name is John Wayne Cook, I have a photographic memory, a documented IQ somewhere above 170, and I’m omniscient.Earlier this year I gained the ability to remember future events. Future versions of me can go anywhere and do anything. The things they experience and learn I can remember. There is no practical limit to what they can. I said that I was so sorry that I was being so stereotypical. Then I thought about something, ‘Wait why did you need a rental car, I thought that you lived here?’ ‘Yeah I do but I am getting my car fixed. It was supposed to be ready today but you know how repair people can be, they say it will be ready in two days and it takes them two weeks. I laugh and shake my head. ‘I just went through that. My car was making this funky sound and I realized that the transmission was shot but I didn’t have. I regret not engaging with him to this day. I beat off so much thinking about what he and I would have done.I beat off for 7 more years. No sexual contact with male or female since I was probably 15yo, I dated some very pretty and much younger girls, but just didn't have self confidence to make a move on them. I was the nice guy. Looking back everyone probably thought I was gay. In 1997 I met a young lady through work from out of town. I expressed interest in her and she liked me. She lived. Lana spent the rest of the evening tending to her injuries. Neither Jay nor Lana spoke to each other for the remainder of the night. The next day came sooner than she wanted. When the alarm clock started ringing at 4AM, Lana rolled over and felt the pain in her sides from the beating that she sustained the night before at the hands of the man that was supposed to love her. She pulled herself out of bed and into the bathroom for a morning shower. Looking into the small shaving mirror that Jay.