I’m whoever my altar ego wants to be at a bar and it can change to whatever door I walk through. Nobody is going to check my resume or even pseudo name as I worked for The White House, ate Dinner with the Pope, or escaped 911 just as the buildings were falling down. I could be whoever I wanted to be or continue to dream who I will be “someday” and nobody would be the wiser. The bar is my disguise from reality and as long as my stories are entertaining everyone is finally listening to M-E.
FOOTNOTE- Make sure you don’t have too many or this story will no longer be “true”.