I have a t-shirt from Jake’s BBQ in Virginia Beach, Va. The background on my phone is a picture that says, “No Jake Brakes.” My favorite John Wayne movie is Big Jake.
Whenever you see your name somewhere, whether it’s on a billboard, or a coffee cup, or the name of a menu-item, it’s usually pretty awesome. You say to yourself, “Hey! That’s my name! How cool!”
Unless your name is part of a stupid TV commercial that’s been burned into the brains of the entire country. Continue reading
Jake Berent 