This is absolutely amazing.

The other day I found a hair in my nose that may have changed my life.



This thing was so thick that I could punch a hole through a piece of paper. I started doing it to prove a point to myself when it struck me.

I am a Trevor.

It doesn't matter what my real name is, or even if I know anyone called Trevor. Being a Trevor isn't even a state of mind - it's a way of life. Some people are born Trevors, some have Trevordom thrust upon them, while others achieve the status of Trevor through their deeds. I am all three.

Do I care? Yes. Do I mind? A little bit, but I've got bigger fish to fry. In the meantime, I've got the word Trevor stamped on my forehead. Prepare to have it thrust upon you.