Name /nām/ noun – how something is known.
My name is Billy.
Not William. I don’t come from regal blood.
My mother’s name is Jackie. Not Jacqueline. I call her Mama.
My daddy’s name is Ronnie. Not Ronald. Some of his big rig buddies call him, Shoestring. That’s his handle. I call him Big Ron, but never to his face.
My birth certificate reads, Billy Ray. I am OK with that, but definitely not Bill.
Please don’t call me Bill.
Billy, Billy Ray, or if you’re my friend, B-Ray, but don’t call me Bill.
Bill isn’t how I wish to be known.
Billy Ray Perkins is a writer, lifestyle coach and adventurer of the body, mind and spirit. He was born in 1978 in Springfield, Missouri and didn’t really stay put until he landed in San Diego County, California after serving as a Sergeant in the United States Marine Corps. In fact, Billy lived some 70 or more places before settling in Oceanside, California with his wife, Julie, and their feline companion, Maybelline. He defies the typical labels, including abuse victim, welfare recipient, overly emotional, runner. He will admit to being an avid reader, a minimalist, a student of life and a pretty darn good cook.