Who am I? I woke up with a splitting head ache only knowing who I am because I have my drivers license. Is that person in that picture truly me? He looks like me, but I know absolutely nothing about him. Things I do know, I have a dog; he is a cute lovable creature. I am part of a biker gang: the Ebony Phoenix. I have also found out I was beat up by some rival gang members encroaching on our territory. Oh, I am also the the leader of my little gang now, because I opened my big mouth. And to top it all off, I am actually a police officer undercover, investigating the Ebony Phoenix. I don't know what to make of my life, and who I truly am. How do I know what is truly important to me since I don't know who I am?
On a side note, I met a group of strange people today. I tried to write them off as just another random group of people you meet on the street. But I kept running into them over and over again. Some might say what a small world, but Boston is not small. I don't know if i believe in fate or not, but something keeps pulling me to these people. I think I should at least hang out with them a bit encase there is some greater power pushing me there way, or maybe they will help me discover something more about myself. Actually, I already discovered something with them: Im evidently a great drinker.