Hello, Michael

I’ve always had a connection with the name Michael

My brother is called Michael. And I love Michael J Fox.

There used to be this ex-veteran I knew with a limo called Michael and I also know a homeless guy with a PhD in astrophysics and a dog, called Michael.

What I mean is the physicist homeless guy is called Michael, not his dog. Michael is a human name not a dog’s name for fuck’s sake.

I think his dog is called Phillip.

Anyway, I’ve been studying accounting lately and at my campus, I started seeing this young bloke everywhere and he would always wave at me. If I’m honest he looks a little mentally slow so I avoid waving for fear of getting into conversation with a mentally slow person.

But after a while of him waving, I started wondering if I actually knew the guy. I mean he looked at me with such familiarity like we had been friends for decades. And just in case we had, I started waving back. I’m not an arsehole if that’s what you’re thinking.

And one day I was coming out of a class and the guy walked past me with a group of his fellow mentally slow friends. He waved at me in the usual manner even though he was less than two metres away. I didn’t want to wave back, and not because he was…