Thursday, March 3, 2011
Sometimes I get sad when I realize I'll probably never become a professional wrestler. Not because it's the greatest job in the world--though it probably provides a big adrenaline rush--but because I've already got the perfect name picked out: Following in the footsteps of the Brooklyn Brawler, I would be the Jersey Slammer. And the cool part is, let's say years from now I became this infamous bad guy, feared throughout the land, and people would start asking "Who is this guy? Where'd he come from??" And then some clever 13-year-old would realize "Jersey Slammer" is actually an anagram of my former identity. (I got that idea from reading Harry Potter.) Thus I would achieve the ultimate goal by having my name form an anagram that describes myself.