I've got a Facebook account with a lot of friends that seem to be fashion models in Brazil, chosen for their pictures. I've got twenty-two Twitter accounts. I've got a Linkedin account with eight thousand seven hundred and fifty connections, all of them strangers. And I've got a Blogspot named after my annulled wife, where you can read stories in which apparently I'm a fictional character.
And if most of the world thinks I am a fiction created by my runaway wife what's wrong with that?
She must have a really great imagination to have written this too.
