Remember how in Back to the Future, Marty McFly (played by Parkinson's sufferer Katherine Hepburn Michael J. Fox) slowly starts to disappear from a family photo because he's gone back in time and F'ed everything up so badly that he no longer exists in the future?
Well, welcome to my life. You may remember that when I came to DC in January with Fagat, he Jetblue I lost my driver's license. Almost too perfectly, Maria and Pedro arranged for my passport to be transported by sailboat from NYC to DC so I could get into Cobalt without having to use Ben T.'s ID.
I never found my license, so I've been using my passport as identification for binge drinking. Until Friday. When I lost that, too. I spent Friday afternoon hurriedly running around NYC looking for my passport, but obviously it's now in the hands of Muqtada al-Sadr, who could be my twin. All day yesterday I wandered aimlessly, with no proof of identity, and no ability to verify to anyone that I'm actually LL (not that anyone was interested).
I thought it couldn't get worse, but then at dinner last night I reached into my pocket and realized that I was missing -- my cellphone. No identity. No ability to contact the outside world or FHC. It's like someone had gone back in time and erased the events that led to my conception and I was slowly vanishing.
This morning, the right earbud of my ipod headphones came off, as if only my left ear had any hearing. Little by little, I'm fading away. So please, whoever went back in time and stole my identity, may I please have it back soon? Or at least can you also reinvent the past so that I have an enormous trust fund or get to marry a prince?
(NDLR: I found my cellphone this morning - I'd foolishly left it at my sister's. That doesn't change my vague sense of obsolescence.)
Gosh av. You are such a mess since you dumped me.
Posted by: FHC himself...yes... yes | Sunday, April 01, 2007 at 05:54 PM