Yes.

You spend the next half hour in the front seat of a squad car explaining how it’s no big deal that you sold a stolen car and **** to someone you are pretty sure is your older brother. All the while a nagging feeling in your head insists you have no idea who any of these people are, for that matter you can’t seem to really remember yourself. Your brother insists you need to lay off the **** and maybe he is right. The encounter ends with you getting slapped again then he just pulls out his cock and without really thinking about it, you suck him deeply and he fucks your throat till he cums in your belly.

“Fuck Max, if you are really okay with Eddie, you should go see mom.” He pushes you out of the car, “Then go back home to Canada or get a fucking job. Next time I am arresting your ass.” He rolls up the window and you flip him the bird as he drives away.

It takes a little bit of looking but you find your leather satchel like purse. “This wasn’t what I had when I got here was it?” You ask the bag. Of course it doesn’t answer. Looking inside you find a little case with a pair of credit cards, a bunch of food receipts, a condom, $12.50, an older model iPhone, an expensive looking camera, a Fuji x100t, a bunch of makeup and grooming stuff, plus tucked in a little holster, a cool compact .380 with 2 extra 10 round magazines, loaded with hollow points. “Oh shit I have a gun.” You say looking at it. Tossing in the title for the bike you head over to the garage where you find a dozen or so motorcycles, many that look a lot more valuable. “Ya know I could totally steal a better bike.” You say grinning.