posted on Dec, 29 2012 @ 09:39 AM
At the risk of being too obvious....
Mine is the story of a man, his dog, and their life changing adventure in the Alaskan wilderness, which taught them both the meaning of life and
created bonds that would transcend this lifetime....
Actually the last four letters of my last name are "Heff" and that is what I am predominantly called in my real life ( first name is John... so
yeah. When you're named John you get kind of used to things like new jobs where the first thing anyone ever says is "We've already got 8 Johns
here.... Let's see... you need a nickname... Oh, your last name. Can we just call you "Heff"?" ) Over the years I've just accepted that this
happens, always and got used to thinking of myself as "Heff".
Anyway... the "icide" part?
About five or six years ago, I realized I didn't much like myself. I'd turned into all the things I had hated when I was young and idealistic. I
worked too hard, focused too much on wealth, dismissed and ignored the people who mattered, and was way too self-indulgent ( Work hard means playing
hard too - or so I told myself. So, because i was willing to work 90 hours a week I felt entitled to make every free moment I had totally about
Thus, I began to see "Heff" as a negative. A bad persona. A mask, if you will.
Add the latin suffix for "to kill" and you get Hefficide
- a symbolic name to always remind me that I am not that
guy any longer.