I was minding my own business, as in smoking a cigarette, loitering in front of Tootie’s, my neighborhood bar with a half a beer and a shot waiting for me, little would I realize I was about to change someone’s life.
A chattering happy loving couple was walking towards me, and Holy Toe-Fucking-Ledo, it was my doppelgänger, twenty years younger.
Statistically, every one of us has at least 2.5 identical twins, and the odds of actually meeting one is one in a gazillion, you have a better chance of winning the lottery while being struck by lightning out of a shark’s mouth.
The young me glanced at me in passing and stopped for a moment. I watched his face turn from happy-go-lucky to oh-my-God-my-world-has-ended. Apparently, he did not like what he saw. I could tell he wanted to say something, but thought best not to draw attention.
I felt bad for about three seconds and went back to my drink.
Three weeks later, a friend of mine told me he saw my doppelgänger walking through the alley behind Tootie’s. He added that he was acting suspicious like someone hiding from a hitman.