Beginnings

I don't remember my childhood, it's a blank screen.  Oh, I've tried to draw out thoughts.....anything at all.....just a fragment of perhaps a birthday party, or a favorite school teacher.  There's nothing there.  I just can't remember.
Who am I?  I am...Caleb.  I found that name on a driver's license with my picture....so, I'm Caleb.  I woke up yesterday, last week, last year...I don't remember, in a motel near the Detroit Airport and found myself staring at the ceiling.  It had wavy lines painted green.  I've never liked the color green, but how would I know that?  I continued to stare then turned to the right and found a picture on the wall.  The glass in the frame was cracked...and the picture deserved no better.  It was a concrete block house next to a pond with someone holding a child while holding a cane fishing pole.  The picture was revolting and I turned my head.
As my vision focused, I saw a tattered curtain with streaks of light coming though the torn fabric.  My eyes adjusted slowly to the bright beams that forced their way into the motel room.  How would I know that I was awaking in a motel room?  So many questions....and no answers.
I moved my head and felt pain....in my jaw.  My hand involuntarily moved to rub my jaw and new pains interrupted my thoughts.  My hand was bleeding, or it had been bleeding.  Clotted blood was spread over my palm and knuckles.  One knuckle appeared crushed or broken.  Why was I here?  What had happened to me?  I just couldn't remember.

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