Can it be possible that you still don’t know my name, after we’ve lived next to each other for almost two years? Or are you playing some kind of weird mind game? Either way, stop calling me “Gary.” Really, please. I’m not even going to put my real name in here–not because I don’t want it printed, but because I’ve told you so many times you might as well have it tattooed on your forehead. I’ll just say “Gary” isn’t close. Not in the ballpark. At this point, I’d rather you ignore me than call me that again. Seriously, stop! Why does it agitate me so much? Honestly, I don’t know. Crap…you are playing a mind game, aren’t you?