The Third.
Makes me sound like I'm important, special or something. Like a royal or a politician, people are to admire me.
I hate it.
Charles Tucker the Third. Makes me sound like a goddamned king, high above everyone else. It sickens me when someone says my full name, complete with numbers.
Why my father named me after him is beyond me. He hated me, believed that I was not fit to bear the Tucker name. After hearing it so many goddamned times I started to believe it myself.
But I'm stuck, saddled with it, until the day that I die. Haunting me are those five letters, the single number that designate me as part of a chain of men bearing the same name.
I hate that three. I hate the name I was given. I tell everyone to call me Trip, that way I don't have to hear it.
But it's still there. I'm being haunted by one little number.
My father was right.
I'm not fit to be a Tucker.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.