I was sitting with my brother and our good friend Elad the other day at a little breakfast joint in a really cool part of Beverly Hills, when we started talking about making a video blog, and how it would be a good way to promote myself, and my friends. We all started spitting names at each other “Juance upon a time”, “Uno numero JUAN”, “number JUAN”. An hour into breakfast, we are still talking about names, haha, and it kind of makes me think, why does everyone call me Juan, I don’t look Mexican, and they have no idea where or who the name came from, so without further or due, the story of how Juan was born.
I leave my house in the early morning, and go to pick up my longtime best friend Garrett, who never drives anywhere, partly because he cant see and it really scares me when I’m not in control, but mainly because he is lazy as shit. I arrive at his house, call his phone 5 times, beep my horn and 15 minutes later he walks out, says he just got out of the shower, in which he told me he was going to take 45 minutes ago before I got over there, but played computer games instead (this happens all the fucking time), he’s like a cave man/vampire/geek. Anyways, he walks outside, opens the door, and says heyyyyy Juannnn. This is the first time I hear the name Juan, doesn’t bother me, and doesn’t even really cross my mind. Two hours later at my house, my friend Ryan comes over, and once again Garrett yells to me “Hey Juan, go make me a turkey sandwich”, Ryan picks up on the name, the day goes on, and I shit you not this is the simple, boring story of how everyone started calling me Juan. The End.
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