There, I said it. What a relief. Now I can stop living a lie and be my true, real, regal, imperious self.
Whew!
Recent posts have forced me into revealing this revelation, and though, at first, reluctant, my therapist says it’s the right decision.
Now I’m off to raid some old tombs so I can raise some ducats to pay his outrageous fees.
I knew that picture in your avatar had to be fake!
I’m interested in those devices on your jacket… 
hmmm suspicious, looks like a spy, can’t tell.
One of them is an altimeter, for when I go upstairs. Another is a compass, basic of course, but needed for navigating the local supermarket.
Actually, it’s the smoking one which makes me feel unsure. 
Ah, that’s just the portable hookah, strapped to my back.
