The New Joey
Finally, the day had come.
Joey had lost his parents at an early age and had no other living relatives.
He was sent to an orphanage as a toddler and was forced to live with other little kids.
Which wasnt so bad, except that Joey FukinMoron was kinda unique.
And you know how cruel little kids can be sometimes to people who stand out. Teenagers too. Well, everyone for that matter.
All his life, Joey endured it.
Call him a loser, a wuss or whatever, he just grinned and bore it.
Outwardly at least. It tore him from the inside out.
He definitely hated his name.
Well, today would be different.
Here he was, in the regional trial court, moments away from his destiny.
He was having his name changed.
At last.
The judge called for him to call forward.
"Mr. Joey FukinMoron, is it?"
He nodded silently, quite aware of the Judge's snicker.
"I understand why you want to change your name."
Images of his orphanage life swirled around him.
Little kids announcing his arrival at every turn.
Teenagers asking the professor for another roll call.
And endless events where time and time again, Joey FukinMoron was introduced on stage.
Yes, he knew why he wanted to change his name.
No more would he become the laughingstock of the crowd, the born loser who was cursed by fate.
Joey had schemed long and hard for this day.
Blood, sweat and tears had gone into ensuring this session.
But it will be well worth it.
He now had the power to change his identity to one of power, confidence and assurance.
Unlike everyone else, he can now choose his own name.
His OWN name.
He, stepped forward. "Yes, your honor"
The Judge looked down from his pedestal and asked "And what would your new name be?"
Joey paused for the effect, making sure the Judge knew how much this meant to him.
And with his most dramatic voice, he stated the name he wanted.
"Alvin, your honor"
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