Twenty Eight
by Grant Morgan
A friend wrote me a message on my birthday.
In the message he noted that Dostoyevski was my doppelganger,
and attached the photo for me to see for myself.
I could see the resemblenace.
Only in the shape of his face, and maybe nose and eyes.
My friend had been saving the picture for some time, as he knew a would like it,
because occasionaly I can be a vain fucker
and preoccupied with lesser things, as boys are.
He then stated that he had wanted to send it earlier,
when I wasnt able to attend a concert with him and a close group of friends,
because i wasnt around.
However, the concert was cancelled and so instead, he sent it to me on my birthday.
Bern, Summer 2013.