Call me Bill. Just Bill. No other name necessary. Just Bill. That’s how I’ve always been known.
My mother, however, insisted on calling me William, which I hated with a passion, so don’t think that you can call me that – William.
Just Bill will do nicely – almost as one word – Justbill.
I think there was a character in a book I read once called Just Bill – but it wasn’t me (wasn’t one of the characters who confronts the murderous Pennywise the Clown in Stephen King’s IT called Just Bill, or am I thinking of something else? – answers on a postcard please).
ITAnyway, I digress. So why are we here? I don’t mean that in the metaphysical sense, as in why are have we been put on this planet and what is the greater cosmic picture and is there life after death and what is the meaning of life s
