The first I knew about it was a phone call. My girlfriend admonished me for succumbing to the temptations of Facebook, a website whose poisoned fruits I had previously said I found unappealing. I stood accused of two crimes: a lack of willpower and a failure to confess.Not guilty on both counts, I pleaded. Alas, I was the victim of a fraud. Somebody, somewhere – and believe me, I’m pretty sure I know who you are – had launched a vendetta. They hated me. And what a visceral, calculating and malicious hate it was.
http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/gadgets-and-tech/news/how-a-fraudster-stole-my-identity-on-facebook-876804.html
How a fraudster stole my identity on Facebook
The first I knew about it was a phone call. My girlfriend admonished me for succumbing to the temptations of Facebook, a website whose poisoned fruits I had previously said I found unappealing. I stood accused of two crimes: a lack of willpower and a failure to confess.