I want someone to steal my identity.
Let them be me and I don't have to.
No.... no. That's not really good.
What's yours?
I let someone hit me with their car in times square the other night.
What?!
On the way home, these people with Connecticut plates were making a turn onto 7th,
they weren't watching, I just let them bump me. They were super freaked out.
What happened?
I had a split second to decide: act like I got hurt, yell at them, or just leave.
What'd you do?
I don't remember.
Hmm, that's cool. Still, you need a better plan.
Yeah.
What if you just go back to your old life?
Of being an ordained minister?
You're screwed.
This is a long-ass episode.
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