I met my doppelgänger at a bar.
We dressed the same. We ate the same dish. We drank the same drink. We were born different towns with the same name. We travelled to the same places. We married women who looked alike. We worked the same job at different companies.
We couldn’t believe it.
We went back to my place to drink and listen to records.
“How can you not like this?” I said as my favorite record played.
“I can’t believe you don’t like this,” he said as his played.
My doppelgänger has horrible taste in music.