The Kid from Pet Sematary is My Doppelganger

It seems like every morning Brian comes out of the kitchen to deliver me a fresh cup of coffee and finds me at my laptop sobbing at some terrible story I’ve discovered in some dark dusty corner of the internet. And what do I do with my findings? I must share them with everyone I know..

Brian: Dear Lord, are you seriously crying again?!

Me: Yes! I need to read this to you…

Brian: No! No no nonono! I can’t go to work in your condition. Seriously, why do you read that stuff? I hate seeing you cry.

Me: I don’t know, I think some of the bravest and most inspirational stories come out of events. I don’t want the people who have experienced these things to have their stories die and their experiences would be in vain. How senseless… I think to retell and learn is to honor them.

Brian’s eyes unconsciously travel on to the screen

Me: Wait, are YOU crying?! Hahaha

Brian: Allergies….I’m going to work….

Okay, so in light of Brian’s thought to lighten the mood, here is a senseless post:

My mom sent me a bunch of pictures of the family a couple of days ago, and I was reminded how much I looked like the kid from Pet Sematary as a child.

Seriously.

Me:

Him:

Since we were almost exactly the same age, I was curious if we still looked like doppelgangers, so I looked him up.

Here he is:

Here I am.

I tried to find a picture where I am making the same facial expression. Apparently I like to smile in my pictures so this was a bit of a task, but I did find this glamour shot from when my buddy Bryan and I were stranded at the Johannesburg airport back in March (with our new found companion, HOPE the Swe Swe Poppis):

Well, I still kind of see it (Brian, says no way, but I think that is just a reflex).

So, Brian has Khal Drogo as his doppelganger…and I have Miko Hughes. I have mixed feelings about this.