" How do I know you're not crazy?" she asks. " How do I know you're not the craziest dude I've ever met?" " You'll have to test me out." " You have my info," she says. " I'll think about it." " Rain," I say. " That's not your real name." " Does it matter?" " Well, it makes me wonder what else isn't real." " That's because you're a writer," she says. " That's because you make things up for a living." " And?" " And" -- she shrugs--" I've noticed that writers tend to worry about things like that. "