I said, “So one of your friends came over to yonder in my backyard cage of bar. I remembered a particular girl at party, she brought her friends.”

“Who?”

“The monkey-eye girl,” whittled out of my fuzzy smoke during cigarette break. “Never mind.”

So I went back inside and I recalled the name. Some time later, the driver of day walked to the kitchen fiberglass window for a delivery, I said: “So, she said her name is Ashlee.” For a moment, in reply, “Oh, yeah.”

“The blond.”

He was quizzically puzzled for a moment. I had thought that she probably dyed her hair.

“I lied to her about my name. Ivan S. Tolstoy,” I said.

“Did she say that she knew me?”

“No, I don’t think so?”

“You said she was my friend.”

I pointed my index finger at my head. “I know.” I wrote immediately, “Well, I “assume”".

The last thing I said was, “You remind me of Russel Crowe.”

Not long ago, I also added, “Do you think that John Travolta hates me?”

He nodded. I was thinking, well, John, now you see the reason to hate Scientology. I warned him.

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The next part, which I did not foretell, is about to be guessed. There were two girls of particular interest that had come in the bar on Thursday, only right away straight to play poker. They sat next to me, probably out of ten figures. I knew I was being tested. I was watching a basketball game and specific bank connectors.

A hour later, the girl told me of her name. I was being teased then here and there. A name was tormenting my head. I had to make up something quick. And so thus I did. Next thing she said was, “My dad is dead. He killed himself.”

Speaking figuratively, “I see. Well, now you’re secured, aren’t you?” She laughed. I couldn’t figure it out, until I realized something.

So we continued the conversations. Then I said one last thing. They were immediately aware, and on my watch, they left the bar. Ashlee said in a lip-sync way, “You son of bitch.” At the time, I wasn’t so sure if that girl next to the blond is Ashlee Simpson.

And so I accepted the next name for next time. Butch.