SECOND CHANCES NET

I remember a Barbershop run by an old friend. One I hadn't returned the favor to.

I remember Dave Brubeck's "Take Five" and I'm pretty sure that I see the notes in vivid colors.

I remember the taste, the residue of old grease, and the purest satisfaction of a chop cheese from Hajji's bodega.

But for the life of me? I can't remember who I am, or how the hell I ended up in San Francisco.

Probably might help if I can remember where my wallet is tho.

It didn't take long to notice there's a bunch of people around here who've forgotten who they are. Does that mean someone here knows me cause I've got nothing right now.

I mean what the hell is a Stiles?

This is really weird. I can't remember anything. Like my name, who these people are that I'm living with or how I ended up in San Francisco. The only reason I know where I am is that I can see the Golden Gate bridge out the window.