What Doug is really doing: part 1
Guest blog by Lyn
Doug has of course been lying to all of us.
He's not going to Cambridge on a scholarship. Oh, no.
On Monday morning (shortly after posting his last entry on this website), Douglas called me. Early.
"Lyn . . ." he said. "That is Lyn, isn't it?"
"Yeah", I said sleepily. "Wassup?"
"I've been brainwashed all this time!" he said hurriedly. "I'm not Doug at all! My last memory of my real life is that I was sitting in the back of a dingy taxi cab in Prague. I was posing as a bad-ass goth nightclub singer, in an attempt to penetrate an international drug cartel."
I yawned. "Really. What did you wear?"
"Black latex and . . . look, that's not the point. The point is that I don't know who I was working for, or why . . . but clearly, they are luring me to England to kill me. Horribly."
"You wanna avoid that, I think."
"You know, I really should have called Marissa."
"She is more of a morning person. So what are you going to do?"
"Stick with the Cambridge story for now. I'll even post up blogs pretending that I'm there, because that's what I want them to think. But I'll head deep underground. I know I have contacts. If I only I could remember their phone numbers."
"That's the problem with amnesia."
"Yeah. Thanks for that. Got any suggestions?"
"Do what Matt Damon did. You know. In that film. "
"Drive around in a mini?"
"No, sleep with Franka Potente. She's pretty hot."
"Good idea. I'll call you from the road. But hang up, then call me from an outside line."
"Sure thing, Tony Soprano."
Anyone else heard from Doug lately? Let's hear about it.