When i tell people my story, they dont believe it. I guess i wouldnt believe the story if someone else were telling it, but im telling it. And its true. Every word of it. It started when i was born. 56 years ago. But the real story began when i was 19 years old when i went to college. It was 1980. It was the first day of school at Sullivan County Community College up in the catskills about 110 miles from where i grew up. So i drove up there alone. I at least had this really old car. It was a volvo and it was a 1970 volvo. Had like 130,000 miles on it. The car was burgundy and the hood was green. Actually, the car was called the old bitch. But the old bitch got me there. Sullivan was a Community College. This wasnt some Longstanding Institution of higher learning. All these Station Wagons are dropping kids off. I was nervous. I just got to the school. I didnt know anybody. I was a freshman. I was never the captain of the Football Team in high school. So i was never really like popular.
post. and i picked up the picture and i looked at it. and i was like in shock. because the two guys in the post look exactly, exactly like my like my friend david. i stared at it. and it wasn t even just the look on their face. it was the way they were holding their hands. they had these big, meaty hands. david always had these hands that looked like baseball mitts. and when i saw their hands, i just knew that this is david. it was just a normal day. i got to school. ran into my buddy allen. he said, david, take a look at this. and he s got a copy of the new york post. and he opens it up. he says, look at this.
and it wasn t even just the look on their face. it was the way they were holding their hands. they had these big, meaty hands. david always had these hands that looked like baseball mitts. and when i saw their hands, i just knew that this is david. it was just a normal day. i got to school. ran into my buddy allen. he said, david, take a look at this. and he s got a copy of the new york post. and he opens it up. he says, look at this. look familiar? something to that effect. i said, yeah, right, sure. but then we looked at it a little more closely. it was an article that said twins reunited after more than 19 years. and it had the picture of two of what looked like me.
because the two guys in the post look exactly, exactly like my like my friend david. i stared at it. and it wasn t even just the look on their face. it was the way they were holding their hands. they had these big, meaty hands. david always had these hands that looked like baseball mitts. and when i saw their hands, i just knew that this is david. it was just a normal day. i got to school. ran into my buddy allen. he said, david, take a look at this. and he s got a copy of the new york post. and he opens it up. he says, look at this. look familiar? something to that effect. i said, yeah, right, sure. but then we looked at it a little more closely. it was an article that said twins reunited after more than 19 years. and it had the picture of two of what looked like me. it all started to sink in.
and she s like, no, but look at the hands. and i was like, holy mackerel, this is beyond amazing. this was a picture in the newspaper of two guys in the post. and i picked up the picture and i looks at it. and i was like in shock. because the two guys in the post look exactly, exactly like my like my friend david. i stared at it. and it wasn t even just the look on their face. it was the way they were holding their hands. they had these big, meaty hands. david always had these hands that looked like baseball mitts. and when i saw their hands, i just knew that this is david. it was just a normal day. i got to school. ran into my buddy allen. he said, david, take a look at this.