Recently I wrote a story (for myself) about a (fictitious) man with a last name that starts with "Z" and what being at the "end of the alphabet" is like. The story includes both the downsides of it (often being last for a lot of things throughout life, especially during the school years), as well as a few upsides of it. One upside is that at the hospital where he was born they lined up the baby boys who were to be circumcised in alphabetical order. His parents decided that the line and wait was too long and took him on home as-is. He was never circumcised later and loves that he was left intact.
Just thought that I'd share that part of the story on here.
Just thought that I'd share that part of the story on here.






