My name is Sam Connors.  Sorry if I'm getting repetitive, I just like saying that.  Most of you in the world are very careless with your identity.  You never know when you can lose it.

Just think about it, really think.  What if you felt your name didn't belong to you?  

Would that make you feel hollow?

Is your name tied to your identity?

For me, that fucking last name was my anchor.  I was capsizing in the storm.  When I heard the name Conners, my anchor found purchase.

Now it's time to fill in the details.  

Down a couple blocks is a law firm, Hoster, Stead & Carmack.  Everyone once in a while when the firm is defending some low life, they bring the guy/girl over to Angel's Bar to have some unofficial, client attorney face time. 

Not that the partners ever come her, usually it's this junior junior fresh out of law school chick named Elizabeth.  She's real hot, but you didn't hear that from me.

She came in yesterday and was stood up by I think the Road Captain of Devil's Finger.  He's trying to beat a "crossing state lines with a minor" rap.

I bought her a drink because it's just sad to see a woman with shoulder pads sitting alone in a place like this.

We got to talking, she already knows about my amnesia, when I confessed that I think I know my last name.

Elizabeth got excited for me, which is more than I can say for these other fucks.

She gave me a card for a police sergeant that helps out with her firm from time to time.  Elizabeth said that if I play my cards right I could get him to look for any information on a Sam Conners, be it an accident, or missing persons.  Hell, even warrants would get me closer.

I meet with him later today.

Peace and chicken grease