Do I look like Ben M Gauthier to you?

not mine

Okay folks at Front Page, just who do you think I am? I know I was drunk when I left on Friday night, those six or eight Coronas kicking in hard, but I was a nice guy. I tipped you well, I kept to my crew, I even make sure one guy readjusted his beer goggles before it was too late.

So then, why did you mistake me for someone else? How could you think I am not who I say I am? When did you change my identity? I am me, and I am the same me for more than 29 years, and I’m happy with who I say I am.

I have no need to change, no want to be different, no desire to modify. So again, Front Page, just who do you think I am?

Ben M Gauthier?!!

And why the hell am I him? What does he have that I don’t? Why is he so special? You can’t answer that can you? You have no clue, eh? Then why, pray tell, did you hand me his credit card by mistake? You giving me a hint? Saying I should be him, or just spend his money?

You’re lucky Front Page, lucky I’m a swift guy (when sober) as I was about to fly a bit on dear Ben. Out to Vegas I’m headed, and he was gonna be in for a shock. Don’t know about Ben, but most wouldn’t be happy with what I do to credit cards in Sin City. And me, I’m not happy with what you did with mine.

Ben, wanna trade?

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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