Photo Source: Wikimedia Commons The sign says ID REQUIRED. I wonder if that means "identification" or Freud's portion of personality encompassing primitive urges like hunger, anger, and sex. Either way, I've got mine. The door girl looks my card over. "This isn't you." I blink, bewildered. "Yeah, this definitely isn't you." Confidence commands her. She speaks like a professional. I've never seen her here before, though to be fair I haven't been back in years. ...