"Don't you know who you are talking too?"

"Don't you know who you are talking too?" I said to myself in the mirror. I suddenly realized I didn't. I suffered from narcissistic amnesia. I knew I was somebody, but who?

Even though I couldn't remember who I was, I knew that I was damned important and the center of the universe. I slapped the attendant and shouted, "Don't you who I am?!" Stammering

and stunned she began staring around the room, as if she was looking for a insect buzzing around. Growing increasingly frustrated, I grabbed her by the shoulders and began to

shake her back and forth, trying to bring her out of her zombie-like stupor. "Snap out of it!" I said, my anger getting the best me. Her eyes snapped to me, shocked, and I

let go of my grasp. I could still feel a little anger rush inside of me. She simply looked at me, looking

completely emotionless. The rage burned harder inside me, Didn't she care at all? I took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine," I said. "If that's how you feel about it, then

you can just die!" I let go of her hands as she fell from the bow into the icy North Atlantic Ocean. She doggie paddled for a while until I believed she had learned her lesson. I

threw her a Winto-O-Green lifesaver. It sparked as it bounced off the hull and landed next to her. She grasped at it with her puny hands, her teeth chattering. "Ready to apologize?

Because I'm gonna break your skull if you don't tell me how you got this thing to light up!" She tried to crush the lifesaver between pudgy fingers as she threatened me. The boat

captain was eavesdropping. He knew his secret, but was enjoying the show. It was high time she met her match. The couple fought all night and then fell back, lighting up the sky.