March 26, 2009 § 2 Comments
>Yesterday while I was waiting for the train, I got a little paranoid. I began to wonder if maybe my parents have been lying about my age, and I’m not actually about to turn thirty. I have a lot of friends that are younger than me. I’m carded almost every time I go to a bar. Unlike my sister’s birth, which was documented on film, there’s no evidence of my birth. The question remains: why do my parents want me to think I’m older than I actually am?
Further, they’ve been lying about my mysterious scar for as long as I’ve noticed that there’s something different about me.
Something is going on here and I’m going to get to the bottom of it.
Can a person ever really know the truth?