My brother and I share a birthday, but we are not twins. He was born three years before me. That birthday itself is another oddity: Boxing Day, 26 December.
I am an automotive mechanic by trade, and Iโm gay. Thatโs rare enough, but my real name actually reflects this. Itโs Carmen. Car. Men. I was powerless to resist.
I do not drink, smoke, or do drugs. I donโt even drink coffee. Itโs not that I have anything against anyone who does any of it (my father and brother are both alcoholics, and I smoked like a chimney from the early 1980โs until 2001 or so). I just donโt have any taste for it.
I live on the east coast of Canada, in the province of Nova Scotia. I take my Canadian-ness very seriously, and go out of my way to use Canadian spellings (which are similar to British spellings), such as Colour, Honour, Doughnut, Grey, and the like. I say โout of my wayโ because autocorrect on my phone often tries to thwart me. If it doesnโt just take it upon itself to change a word, it will underline it red as though it were misspelled. And, for the love of God, Z is pronounced โZedโ, not โZeeโ. I will die on this hill. Except when saying โZZ Topโ, which is the only circumstance where Zee sounds right to me.
