Didn’t you know? We’re all just whoever Jack wants us to be. Apparently, according to him I’m also metron and Tammy. He’s also accused others of being Tammy. She’s probably just a woman he met who had the good sense to avoid his advances. It’s hard to have a conversation with someone this far gone. There was a time when he would at least try to inject some relevant attempts at humor but now he’s like a petulant child having a temper tantrum. Boring. Someone should spank him and send him to bed without supper.
Tammy was a girl I knew and had a crush on way back when. Jack and I had a conversation about her, and ever since, it stuck with him. He also calls up my wife from time to time and refers to her as Tammy.*
There's also the matter of the Mouse Woman, which, as a pretty avid translator of Jack's bullshit
still remains shrouded in mystery.
But he
is apparently a sorcerer, and esoterism is the order of the day.
He kinda reminds me of an Aleister Crowley.
* The only similarity between the 2 - that I can tell - is their hair colour.
