I saw one of Junot Diaz's sex clones outside of McDonalds making out with some chick that's probably not his wife

Junot Diaz emailed me back yesterday.  He said, “I’m in DC.  You saw the wrong me.”  I had originally emailed him after I thought I saw him and his girlfriend in the science library at Brown.  The two of them seemed to be looking for a place to have sex.  I was not expecting Junot Diaz to email me back.  I also was not expecting him to casually admit that more than one Junot Diaz exists.  In many ways it’s uplifting to know there are Junot Diaz sex clones running around.  Winning a National Book Award used to seem impossible.  Winning a National Book Award does not seem that impossible anymore.  I think I could win multiple National Book Awards if I had clones, even if they were sex clones.  I figure my sex clones could write stripper memoirs or some bullshit.  And everyone knows that eventually a stripper memoir is going to win the National Book Award.

Anyway, after getting the email from Junot Diaz I saw one of his sex clones outside of McDonalds making out with his wife or a hooker or something (See the above picture).