Friday, December 30, 2005
When your name is Arnie, you get used to it being your name, and no one else's. I met an Arnie in college, and instantly hated him. "What an asshole," I thought, "And he looks like an Arnie."
A few weeks back I was on a date and went to a party at a house I'd never been to, filled with people I didn't know, in a part of town I rarely visit. Standing on the front porch, I noticed that the building next door had my name graffittied on it. No one at the party knew anything about it. None of them knew anyone named Arnie. If my name was John or Matt I might not have thought anything of it, seeing my name there, but my name is Arnie, and I can't help but believe it was meant for me.
# posted by Arnie : 5:17 PM
