I hate Austin.
Someone at my high school had the same name as the old wrestler, but he had nothing to do with Austin, Texas. I wonder if good old Austin had a heartbeat. He’s long gone and now I’m tuned into WRICH Radio and I’m living in Brewington, drunk and higher than the frequency of my dreams. Yes, listening to the music. You’re all clean, aren’t you? Maybe one day you’ll find my memoir, Austin. Did you get a haircut? Nah, just short. Bye, bye.
Putting one and one together, the top baby name has to be Austin. Does anyone know Johnny?