life ain’t easy for a boy named…

from time to time, my old pal—who is a resident in an undisclosable hospital in the great state of california—sends word of his latest escapades and i excerpt them here in lieu of actually writing anecdotes of my own.

Yesterday, I assisted in the delivery of a baby boy to a super hippie couple who probably haven’t seen the business end of a bic razor since they hit puberty.

I’m used to a fair amount of ridiculous hippie baby names (Sage, Sky, Rainbow, Chakra, etc.) but what they came up with was so far-fetched that if I hadn’t signed all the papers I would have thought it a farce.

“We really want to name this baby after the raw essence of who he is,” said the father.

Said the mother, “We are going to call him Mammal.”