As I sat in a taxi cab last night I realized the truth could be thrown out the window till my next ride. For when we are with strangers the sky is the limit on who or what we want to be. Unless the stranger is on Google they probably won’t find the truth about you until you left the scene. It’s probably not the ethically thing to do but I wonder how many strangers have told me their stories of a different life or time. Who you are in the moment maybe just who someone wants to be then instead of who they truly are?