So, I'm pretty much a blank sheet of paper. I don't have anything that gives me a clue to who I am or what I was.

I don't even know my name. Someone at the hospital stated that I said my name was Samuel. Don't know, could be true, could be some retarded fart of randomness.

So I work in this bar just kind of staring off into space. I used to be real angry. Angry at these fleeting minutes stuck in a shithole bar while I should be doing...what ever it is I was.

But now I've found, I don't miss it anymore. I have a new identity and a new life and I should be thankful.

After nearly two years of no clues or flashes to who I was, I've learn to accept who I am.

Except for something that happened yesterday.

My bar is located down the block from a synagogue. We don't get alot of foot traffic from the congregants but since Pittsburgh is a Polish town we have our fair shares of Jews.

Yesterday the Rabbi, Mordecai Levi, came in arguing with some other guy. I found out later that he was the Congregation's Religious Practices Chairman and they were arguing some point about Jewish laws.

I asked for their order and went about pouring two glasses of red wine.

I transacted my business and since I was bored I kept an open ear towards their conversation so I could try to get a better tip. I don't know if I was pro or against Jews before but Son of a Bitch Mitch tells me that Jews are tight with money.

Suddenly the Rabbi exclaims heatedly, "I've enough of this arguing. Read the Bible, Benyamin, it's all right there!"

The Rabbi furiously looks through this book and suddenly a thought pops into my head.

"Excuse me Rabbi, I don't mean to interrupt but I believe Maimonides' Midrash would better explain your point. At least moreso than anything you'll find in the Talmud."

What the fuck was that.

The Rabbi looked at me hard and the other guy laughed a little.

"What congregation do you attend?" The Rabbi I guess had a right to be curious.

"Uh, none. I do really even know if I'm Jewish."

"Don't know if you Jewish? Where did you learn Hebrew?"

"Hebrew? I don't anything about Hebrew..."

"Son, you just spoke fluent Hebrew, all be it very archaic, but perfect Hebrew."

"I did? Huh, do uh non Jews usually know Hebrew?"

"It's very rare."

"Then I guess I'm Jewish."

"Mazel Tov my boy, Mazel Tov."