My New Friend the Stranger Pt. 1

So it's finally springtime. My dramatic return to Cleveland in early February has fermented into a strange brew of clarity and bewilderment. I wake up in the morning, and this person staring back at me looks so much like my old self that I'm forced to accept him as my own reflection. Somehow though, I am utterly convinced that this man/boy is not me, but some stranger that has been waiting to emerge from my psyche for the majority of my sexual maturity.

Where did this guy come from and why does he care about the Indians game? Why does he seem to like music and superheroes more than the guy before him and obsess over the return of The Black Heart Procession and/or Superman? Does anyone else see this stranger... or do they just think it's me?

This experience as my stranger is so unfamiliar and exciting- but lonely and self-absorbed just as that person staring at the mirror. Strange.