Well, a thirty-three year old man who insists on using the diminuative form of his name is a little strange all by itself.

Acceptable (one of my best friends just turned 40 and is still Billy) but Freud would have had lots to say about it, I’m sure.

Authority that he was, and all.

I guess it’s easy to poke fun at ol' Billy because I find him so damned repugnant.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.