MD's got a doppleganger in every town he's ever lived in. It's weird, especially since the doubles really are dead ringers for him, and because he's actually friends with them. He once told me, ages ago, when he lived in NYC and I was still in Ithaca, that he saw my doppleganger on a Manhattan street. I told him that I didn't believe him, that in his drunken haze he was mistaken; until I actually saw my doppleganger for myself, I wouldn't believe that I had one. It just seemed too improbable that an HT lookalike could be roaming the streets of New York, or any town.
Well, my friends, I've now seen my double, and let me tell you: it's fucking weird. This is totally not me:
Even with the striped shirt and the whiskey glass, it's totally not me. I am sufficiently creeped out.
Coldplay soon, I promise.
[Thanks to AFN for emailing me the album pic and asking if I had painted my nails recently. He was pretty creeped out too. I don't know how MD surrounds himself with ... himselves.]