Myself - CHAPTER TWO - (Part VIII)

Bugsy.

My double, Bugsy.

Very confusing.

The downpour that had drenched Bugsy before his grand entrance at Charlie’s cleared out quickly. The sun was shining once again as I made our way to the train station. Puddles littered the sidewalk. The road was steaming. I was walking along with my one freaking self.

“So you really had no qualms putting me on a train without a ticket?” I asked myself.

“Nah, that was part of the fun,” I answered. “Besides, you handled it pretty well.”

“Yeah, I guess that was a pretty wacky interaction with the conductor.”

We continued walking. After about a minute, we realized we were in lockstep next to one another, like a couple of Rockettes dancing down the street. I took a short step. Unfortunately, so did I. I walked a little faster for a moment. So did I. I stopped suddenly, and, of course, so did I. I turned and looked at the mirror next to me. Over his shoulder I saw a mailbox. I pointed and shouted “Mailbox!” He turned and I immediately continued walking. I knew that he would not be able to think of anything that I would not also think of, so I had to use the environment around me to make me act uniquely. On the other side of me was a white stucco wall.

“White, stucco wall!” Bugsy stuttered, but we were already out of lockstep.