This connects with my recent writing about people thinking I was the working person.
I may have shared an identity with a real criminal convict based in San Diego, CA since the 1970s. I’ve gotten their people and they got mine. It was so shared I started out a film making child, maybe political child*… and they started out purely a political person, became a film person… and I became more criminal convict looking… we blended. They were/are older than me. Which would explain the crazy expectations on me, and why it surprised people that criminal convict was getting normal people’s places. I was kept from all kinds of normal public places like I was a criminal yet I have almost no record. One of my worst infractions or misdemeanors in my past was not registering my vehicle on time. Over the decades, I’ve also looked like a poor foreign national to some people and they looked more U.S.A. than me. They may have had nice cars, credit cards and lots of friends… and I wasn’t able to buy groceries every week.
I respect the fact gang members take care of their people and leaders, however I may have been key enough… as a non-gang member… just as a human being on planet Earth that I needed “a little more love” than I got in life. I basically had to wait decades before I could live more normally and get medical attention regularly, buy normal amounts of food from grocery, afford new clothes, not sweat it to pay for gas in my car’s tank and more.
I fear people were counting on me a lot at times in my life and I was downed, really downed. I looked near homeless and rejected. This is actually worse than a “starving artist” who at least has other artist friends to hang out with, eat with, share clothes and trade rooms or couches. Some know how downed I was. Some are pretending I had good money my whole life. Many places people pretend I am supposed to know a lot of people and I don’t know even one of them.
I was NOT a convict in prison all these decades. I did live out of San Diego County a lot. I was not out of the country either.
So the working person IS NOT ME, it may be the one or group of people I have a shared identity with here in California?
I’ve written more about “shared identity” please use the “Search” box on the right side of the page. I do not know for certain who or how many it is shared with. >>
*I may have been picked because I could blend with the group or individuals involved.