Not sure when it happened, but I have been getting this feeling like I am not here anymore, which is like not being myself, which is weird since if I am not myself then how would I know that? It has been going on for more than 48 hours, so I figured I could file an official report. So I told the officer on duty that I did not recognize the person I saw in the mirror or on the driver’s license I had in my pocket. And when the officer asked for a description of my missing self, I was somewhat at a loss to help him out, but did tell him I was probably about the same height and weight as my missing self since his clothes seemed to fit me. And he checked the data bases to see if anybody partial to denim and t-shirts with a 34 inch waist and 43 inch chest was already listed. No such luck, so I asked him if he could check with the blonde down the hall or my ex in Boston to see if either missed the missing me or thought he was missing from their lives. But it turns out I am going to have to try to find myself wherever he is and in spite of whoever I am or am not.. And it was possible that I had lost myself to booze or women, so I started looking at every empty bottle I saw and checked the arms of women I was sleeping with to make sure they were empty before I left in the morning. And neither religion nor yoga helped, so I thought I would have a stern talk with myself to find out what was going on, but as you already know my not being there was a handicap, so I decided to accept the fact that my real self might be an “invisible friend”. Well, he didn’t seem like too bad a guy, so we started hanging out together, even picked up a few of each other’s mannerisms. And I guess it had to happen, but eventually we got to be like mirror images, and even the image in the mirror seemed to be him, or seemed to be me, however you want to look at it. And if you will excuse me, I have to make sure my shadow is actually mine…