The Imposter

1: Someone who would be lying if they said, "Hi, I'm Mike Gorrie!" is posting this. You get to guess who.

2: Last night, some drunken students on their way back from a party decided the side of our house looked like a pretty awesome thing to pass out leaning against. When the police showed up, one of the students assured the cops that they were "unaged" drinkers, whatever that means.

3: I very nearly stepped on a dying sparrow on my way to class. I thought it was dead until its beak moved. :-(

4: Still on my way to class, I passed a girl with curly, reddish-brown hair who was heading the opposite direction. On my way back from class, I passed a woman who could have been her doppelganger, only 15 years older. Both smiled at me--an "I'm genuinely cheerful" smile, rather than your standard "I'm acknowledging your existence because it would be more awkward to pretend not to see you" smile.

5: On my way to class the next day, I was crossing the street--at a proper crosswalk--and an old man in a white car kept creeping up farther and farther, as if to run me over if I didn't move faster. It didn't faze him that the car waiting right behind him was a police car.

6. A lot of things seem to happen to me on my way to class.

7: You're apparently still reading, despite not knowing who I am or why you should care if a little old man wants to run me over. As such, I'm going to be nice and give you a hint: the human being in the short comic above is me. Also, I may or may not own the book on creative writing that spawned the idea for this blog.

Mike thought the "comic diary" I had to create for my Graphic Novels class (a series of simple four-panel comics based on something that happened to me each day) was rather similar to the spirit of this blog, so I have been granted permission to deface it with some of my ramblings and doodles. :-)