My name is Brendan. Not Brandon. It’s Brendan. Brendan Young. I like my name. You have to learn how to spell it and how to say it, and anyone who doesn’t know how to say it right is not a real friend. It’s a filtration system. Plus I can introduce myself as B. Young: That’s my name and that’s my motto and that has a nice ring to it. The only problem with my name is that there are a few other Brendan Youngs in the world. One of them is a convicted felon serving time for a drive-by shooting. I realized that I needed some way of differentiating myself from all the other Brendan Youngs out there. So I created a pen name. Well, not so much as a pen name as a fake middle initial. I decided to become Brendan H. Young. H. is a powerful middle initial. It’s not a natural sound. You have to pause slightly to say it correctly and it makes what you’re saying seem more prestigious. Brendan H. Young. You have to admit that it has a nice ring to it. It’s fucking fancy, bro. I thought about being Brendan X. Young but X. is kind of cliché. We’re all about originality here and H. is way more unique than X.
Critically Rated at 15/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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