Damn, I remember when I was a kid, I had a nice unique name. Nobody else was named Evan. Then in college, way back in the '80's I met another Evan. Not too bad, but he was a friend of my roommate. Again, not too bad, my roomy could just call us by our first name and last initial. Problem was, his last name began with the same initial as mine. I ended up telling him to just call me by my last name.
Anyway, now days it seems that Evan is becoming the new John! They're pouring out of the woodwork. I can't go anywhere where there isn't somebody screaming after their little brat, "Evan, come here! Evan, don't do that! Evan, blah, blah, etc."
Now, I come here and we have Evan's all over the place. Sheesh.
P.S. It's New Year's Eve here and I'm druck.
Anyway, now days it seems that Evan is becoming the new John! They're pouring out of the woodwork. I can't go anywhere where there isn't somebody screaming after their little brat, "Evan, come here! Evan, don't do that! Evan, blah, blah, etc."
Now, I come here and we have Evan's all over the place. Sheesh.
P.S. It's New Year's Eve here and I'm druck.