It really wasn't a lie...
So the part in my last blog, where I told you I got my name from the Simpson's were true. The part about the Artist Social Networking site was as well. It was called 723.com. It was a great site that no longer exists. That is too bad really, it was a great site for artists. There was no judgement, just other Artists, there for the same reasons you were; approval, commiseration, a good place to vent your spleen. It was effective, and someone should create a new site like that.
Before I decided to do the online experiment, I tried it out in a social setting. For years, I had been going to a golf tournament. a friend of mine from High School had passed away from Hodgeken's Disease. Every year eight guys from our High School football team would get together and form two teams in a golf scramble. The tournament raised a ton of money. In the first year alone we raised enough money to pay for both of his young boys college. after that we went on to raise a ton of money for the Cam Neely House, and a slew of Cancer research funds. Seeing the guys from the team again was always great. But, even after eight years of going, no one else could remember my name. Every year a group from High school would get together the night before the tourney to have a few beers and reminisce. On this particular year, I voiced my hatred of my anonymity. The bar that we always would meet at played re-runs of the Simpsons on the TVs when there weren't any sports on. On this particular night the "Max Powers' episode was playing. As I watched. I had an epiphany. Tomorrow, I would be Max Powers! Several of the event organizers were out with us that night, and they were soon in on the rouse. The next day, I would check in as Max.
As I handed my clubs to the man with the clip board and told him my name, he found it almost instantly.
"Oh, here you are Mr. Powers", he said with a smile as he handed me my name tag and gift bag. The whole day went like that. everybody loved Max Powers. No one even questioned that last year I was someone else, someone whose name they couldn't remember. To make it even worse, by midday people were introducing me to other people as "Max". It was then that I realized that it was all in a name, and mine was now Max!
The next morning at Starbucks, the name they wrote on my cup after ordering was Max, not Gary, not Glenn, and not Greig. Who the fuck even spells it like that?
So that is the true(er) story of how I became Max Powers.
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