I had a funny experience at work today. My cell phone rang and the area code was not one I was familiar with. I said hello and there was a young man's voice on the phone who said, "Hello. This is Jake". I sounded confused and he said, "This is your nephew Jacob ------", using my last name. Alas, it was not "my Jake". I told him I didn't have a nephew named Jake and he hung up. I looked up the number online and it was from a penitentiary in Virginia. My guess is the kid needed money for bond or whatever and they let him use the phone and he looked up his uncle with the same name as me. Too fucking bad.
On the subway ride home from work, I was fantasizing that Mark gave our Jake my phone number to personally deliver his used underwear that was given to me by the winner of the contest here. And he would ring my bell and come into my apartment and let me remove the used underwear myself from his young sweaty body. I guess that's why I am a modern version of Walter Mitty, day dreaming my life away.
If you are ever in New York City, Jake you are always welcome to come stay with your "Uncle Mikeyank".