I once knew a man who had two Identities. We called him Jim and Tim. To cut a long story short, one day Tim called the Jim Comrade, and being the commy hater that Jim was, he slit Tim's throat, right in front of a Bus of School kids.

The moral of the story is, if you have two identities, one day they clash and when they day comes, no sausage or rhyme or diary can stop the inevitable death.

Thanks for the ride.