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My name is Anthony.
Actually, it's Antonio Salvador Higgins. Like you care. It's a weird name, I know. My mom was Italian and my dad was Irish, hence the mixed ethnicities. People call me a lot of things. Tony, Higgs, Ash-Man, (look at the initials. Get it? A. S. H.? Ash? Lame, I know, but what can you do with friends like mine?) And once even Annabelle LeFleur.
But that's a different story.
Most people just call me Racetrack, or Race.
I suppose I'm your average guy. I like sports. (Basketball mostly, although I didn't make the school team, so I guess I'm not very good.) I live with my mom and two sisters, Jordan and Amy, who are, in fact, the devil (I'm exaggerating, but only slightly). I have never voluntarily consumed a brussels sprout, and I can tell you what year, month, week, day, hour, minute, what I was doing, and what I was wearing when Mark MacGuire hit his record homer. I cried the day Michael Jordan retired, and I get down when it rains for more than a few days. Like I said, I'm pretty normal. It's everyone around me that's absolutely insane.
No joke. I know you hear all the crazy people say that on old movies. You know, the ones with the straight jacket on yelling it over and over again as they throw themselves at the padded walls? The ones with the little bit of drool on their chin? You know which ones.
But I'm not crazy. At least, I don't think I'm crazy. Didn't Freud or someone say that only crazy people think they're not crazy? But if you did think you were crazy, then you'd be crazy, which means that you wouldn't think you're crazy, so....
I ramble on like this a lot. I get it from my friends, mostly.
The subject of my sanity can be argued about for hours. But I think I'll let you decide for yourselves whether it's everyone else, or just me.
My name is Anthony.
Actually, it's Antonio Salvador Higgins. Like you care. It's a weird name, I know. My mom was Italian and my dad was Irish, hence the mixed ethnicities. People call me a lot of things. Tony, Higgs, Ash-Man, (look at the initials. Get it? A. S. H.? Ash? Lame, I know, but what can you do with friends like mine?) And once even Annabelle LeFleur.
But that's a different story.
Most people just call me Racetrack, or Race.
I suppose I'm your average guy. I like sports. (Basketball mostly, although I didn't make the school team, so I guess I'm not very good.) I live with my mom and two sisters, Jordan and Amy, who are, in fact, the devil (I'm exaggerating, but only slightly). I have never voluntarily consumed a brussels sprout, and I can tell you what year, month, week, day, hour, minute, what I was doing, and what I was wearing when Mark MacGuire hit his record homer. I cried the day Michael Jordan retired, and I get down when it rains for more than a few days. Like I said, I'm pretty normal. It's everyone around me that's absolutely insane.
No joke. I know you hear all the crazy people say that on old movies. You know, the ones with the straight jacket on yelling it over and over again as they throw themselves at the padded walls? The ones with the little bit of drool on their chin? You know which ones.
But I'm not crazy. At least, I don't think I'm crazy. Didn't Freud or someone say that only crazy people think they're not crazy? But if you did think you were crazy, then you'd be crazy, which means that you wouldn't think you're crazy, so....
I ramble on like this a lot. I get it from my friends, mostly.
The subject of my sanity can be argued about for hours. But I think I'll let you decide for yourselves whether it's everyone else, or just me.