“mcpelandio,” he said, like it was the most ordinary thing in the world.
“What’s your name?” asked the girl behind the diner counter. mcpelandio
On the diner’s napkin, he’d written: “The world doesn’t need more sense. It needs more curious noise. Keep humming.” And under that, his name again, just because it felt good to say out loud. “mcpelandio,” he said, like it was the most