Starting to get it again.
People mistake me for the singer meatloaf.
Last week in fact a loud drunk in the cantina at our local Mexican restaurant insisted I was him.
“Where’s your leather jacket?” The usual cat call.
It happens from time to time.
Once about 3 years ago Meatloaf was appearing at the Mirage in Vegas.
Unknowingly I was walking to it’s KoKomo bar and a wake of people formed following me and was convinced I was him.
No amount of denying worked so I had to quickly leave.
I ain’t no poser.