"Uh, yeah? I mean-- I remember all about the carnival, it's just... uh." This is always awkward to explain to people. Shit. He sighs, pausing for a beat to get his words in order. "It's Portland I can't remember anything about. Like... I know I have this apartment, and I'm on TV, like, really on TV, but I don't... remember how I got here at all."

He's been able to piece together parts of his history, of course, from looking himself up, but it's impossible to know how much of the more interesting bits are actually true. (He chooses to believe that all of the fun ones are true, though.)