Names. I got a million of them. Some I've encouraged, some have just come out of the blue. I answer to all of them. Sometimes I'm just happy that I'm still around to be called anything!
There's the typical offshoots of James such as Jim and Jimmy. Then there's the ones a little off the ranch: Seamus, Jamos, Shamous, and Hamos. Really.
My dad used to call me J.R.
Sniveling Weasel used to call me T-Bone.
Lots of people call me Jimmy Jammer or just Jammer, or even improbably, Jam Master James!
The Asian Couple over at the dry cleaners came up with some good ones: Cowboy and Long Guy.
Talking about me, the Asian Woman tells the Lovely Carla: "He rook rike Cowboy!"
And the Asian Man calls me Long Guy, which actually comes out sounding like "Wrong Guy."
I must say that's got to be my favorite. Wrong Guy. As in, Wrong Guy in a world gone wrong, or Wrong Guy in a world gone right. Either way, I'm gloriously WRONG!