My name is Max. Please don’t press me for my full name.
Okay, fine. You’ve cornered me in my own website. It’s Maximilian. Satisfied?
Yes, I know that I bear a name that peaked during the Roman Empire. Oh, if only I was a 15th century boy, lugging firewood to the hearth, or whatever people did back then. I feel like there was a lot of lugging in those days.
So, go ahead. Take a shot at dubbing me a new nickname. Fair warning: I’ve heard ‘em all. Max-a-billion. Max-a-trillion. Maxi-pad (nice). Gluteus Maximus (nice).
Point being, elementary school was pretty sweet.
Further point being, I learned from a young age to embrace the unusual. If it’s quirky, produces a grin, and shakes the cochlea, I’m into it. (Check out the strictly recreational tab).
So how about we lug that wood to the hearth and make something a little different?