your friend mike
tells you one day
that he no longer
wants to be called
mike, he prefers
Michael now.
people think I'm
illiterate, he
says, when they
hear my name is mike.
they think I'm just
a regular joe
with a monkey
wrench. okay.
you tell him.
Michael it is.
hey Michael, you
say. let's go
get a drink.
what, you talking
to me. yes.
I called you
michael. oh
right right, I
guess this will
take some getting
used to jimmy.
call me james, you
tell him. maybe add
a mister on to that
too. Mr. James.
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