Telling someone your name is like telling them you’re a mammal. In an honest introduction it’s not very pertinent. Keep reading and you’ll learn what my name is. I regret to acknowledge that my gun has been pointed at the people I love most dearly the majority of my life. My poor family. I’ve spent most my ammunition on them because they were the only people around to shoot. I decided to shoot the remaining rounds here.
I am a collage of a series of changes. I’ve been a rebellious teenager in a Christian home, an enflamed convert to Christianity, a street preacher, a baptist, and a presbyterian. I am atheistic these days. My ideas will always change because I want to learn. I’ll be a sailor by spring this year, and I am married to beauty personified. She often edits my sloppy writing.
My name might be Josh.