Hallelujah, I thought to myself, modestly.
Someone has stumbled across my scribblings and recognized my genius.
Coffee in one hand, towel-turban up top, I rushed to my computer to revel in my success.
To my dismay however, I logged on to the website to find out that it was a photograph, not a feature story, and even worse, I had been confused with a 14 year old boy.
The real kicker?
Even I can’t deny the peculiar resemblance.