If you’re like me I’m sure you have picture identification. Why? Because you wish to drive (legally), cash checks or cheques (also legally) or get into bars (hopefully legally, but let’s not kid each other).

I’m forbidden from all these things, yet I still have picture ID. Odd, wouldn’t you say? I certainly thought so. So what’s it all about?

One clear possibility is that it’s so I can cross national borders. Of course I could be a threat to the security of any nation. I mean, I’m a radical, a journalist, not to mention embarrassingly incontinent. You have to keep an eye on sorts like me.

Another possibility is that I’m an international spy, but that doesn’t add up either since I don’t have a cool accent nor an Astin Martin.

Perhaps I’m going somewhere. Hey man, stranger things have happened to me. I have traveled as far as 50 miles before, so you could say I travel well.

Whatever it is, I’ll just have to wait and see. It’s a bummer because if people at my height are not commonly known for their terrorism or spying, we’re certainly not known for our patience. At least I look good in my picture, that’s a consolation to me.

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