March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II
Chris Kornacki
Misidentification on Queen Street, Toronto

“Hey man, wait up man
don’t you remember me?
I used to hang out with
your brother Matt.”

I don’t have a
brother Matt,
I said.

“Well, maybe Matt was
some other dude…what’s your
brothers’ name?”

I don’t have
a brother.

“Man, I know you from
somewhere, didn’t we
go to school together?”

I don’t even live in
this city, man.

“No shit…really?
Well than
do you got any
spare change?”