I’m not who I think I am. My identity is a fraud. Sort of. Well, that’s not entirely true. I know who I am, but apparently I am also someone else. Or rather, someone else wants to be me. I’ll explain. In the midst of a very busy afternoon, a disturbing piece of mail is presented to me via the in-laws, who happen to live across the street. Apparently, a Verizon bill has arrived to their address, with a name technically similar to mine. And apparently, a brand new Blackberry has been purchased, along with a nifty new phone & text plan. Cool, right? If it’d been ME that actually…