S60 PT #4: Identity Theft
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Halkohol
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My identity. Stolen. No longer my own. These feelings that rushed through my head together with the hammering hangover made the game-free morning truly a horrible experience. Apparently, someone had taken my identity and used it to party at top class pub, bar AND a club. Management was all over my ass, apparently this dude had made me a bad name looking so drunk and walking around the dance floor howling like a wolf missing it's pack. As I was washing my face, trying to get rid of the worst of the headache, in the mirror I saw myself and realized... That fake identity, it wasn't fake. I drank too much, it was me. Management were right to be out for me and not someone else. SHIT!
With that final thought I slammed awake from the weird drunken slumber I had just had. That dream... What a horrible one. But what is that annoying sound? Oh shit, the phone. As I picked up the phone I recognized the voice immideately. The next few words were the worst I could have woken up to: "So, uh, someone faked your identity and you are in a bit of a pickle. Come in to the office and we'll get this sorted out" (209 words) SHL Draft: S57 1st overall
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