The funny thing is that I—being an old alcoholic and unable to do anything besides writing, drawing, playing music, and poking fun at myself—had not understood the meaning of this term: believe me!

My name is—everyone knows it—Marco Maranzana, and I wanted to compress it into McMaranza. McEnroe (in turn contracted from mac) and Maranzana.

But the petty debbasio of that era, still in a sprout phase, or maybe my technical clumsiness, forced me to write "macmaranza" all together.

Which means that no one—especially one—thought that things and people are rarely as stupid as he believes they are, never considering himself: of course not.