Mistaken Identity (Final part of Another Time)

I think I'm far enough away now... so I slow down and peek behind- Out of site and in the clear, there's no woman on my tail... I spoke too soon, there's her friends, now I'm an easy find- I'll make up a story to explain why I ran, will I fail?... "I got chased, I was talking to her and I saw a dog so I broke!"- Thinking in my mind what to say next so I don't seem like a dick... "Look I wrestled with it too, my pants are ripped, I almost got chocked!"- They bought the story, now I'm off the hook for runnin, what a trick!... But of course my luck always turns and she asks such a weird question- "How come everytime I talk to you, we get cut off so quickly?"... What do I do now? I'm stuck, I shoulda thought of an earlier prevention- "I don't know why that happens, I guess it's my luck?!", that was tricky... Only a minute after that the assault began again, with more questioning- "Hey, wait a minute" one question then two, and one right after another... I answer them, but hardly... doing my best but really I'm guessing- Then I figure it out, "Wait a minute" you go out with my Twin Brother! Case solved... no more stalking involved- what other can it be then "mistaken Identity?"I love having a twin bro Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 09:21 AM PST   0 • 8