Over the years, I've been told I look like a lot of different people.
I blame my resistance to grooming and the lack of mirrors in my life.
This all started when I grew my hair out for a bet. I used to get a clean trim every month or so.
My buddy said I couldn't go more than 2 months. It went on for 3 years.
And here are the true stories of my struggles with my identity.
"Hey Kenny G! Is that you?" No, we just look-a-like and are both musically-challenged.
My uncle and I were sitting on a back patio one summer in my early 20s. It was about 1pm. Already rocked, he decided to download an app to detect paranormal activity because he claimed to feel a presence and thought his house was haunted. After a quick inspection, he said the app was "fucked" and that I somehow messed up the frequencies by being around him during the investigation. And with the pour of another drink, he came to a new conclusion that I was, in fact, reincarnated Jim Morrison and the app was well worth $3.99. I remember him saying that it all made sense now because he always thought I was a shy, poetic soul.
At the beginning of every semester during art school I would hear a variety of comments along the lines of, "did you know you look like Bob Ross? You must be good at painting!" Both those statements are relative.
I live with a Mormon couple and have been fortunate enough to join them on some worldly travels. This included a month-long trip to Mongolia one summer. During this time I spent $2 on a haircut at the local salon. I've never had so many people laugh at me as they repeatedly said, "Conor McGregor, Conor McGregor"
"You could be 'Lil Pricky', his rapping protégé."
I was almost killed by Spartacus. He hated Romans.
BONUS :: Office Halloween Party
For an office Halloween party, someone decided to dress up as me.