It's a plane...It's Superman! Yeah, yeah, yeah. There are worse people to be compared to, far worse people, but still, it's getting old. About every other day, I get the comment. People in my class have started calling me Clark. I feel like I respond to that about as much as I do my own name.The other day, I was walking down the street and I heard "Clark!" I looked around and thought I'd find one of my classmates. But no, it was three random tourists having a beer and some fun. They said I was standing there with my hands on my hips ready to fly off and save the day.
Shit, I wish I could save the day. I'd definitely wear my underwear on the outside if it gave me superpowers. But that's cool if people just think I bear a resemblance. I definitely don't, but call me what you will. Short dark hair, dark-rimmed glasses, an American accent...look, it's Clark Kent!
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