I almost gave up. In fact, I even told my friends on Facebook that I'd turned over a new leaf. And they didn't like that very much:

Since I'm here writing about this, I obviously I caved to the peer pressure and decided to start antagonizing the people who endlessly email the wrong Nick Marino. And honestly... it feels really fucking good!

As I mentioned in the above Facebook exchange, a construction company recently emailed a repair quote to the wrong Nick. Here's what happened:

I never heard back. I guess I'm gonna have to install Susan's pole myself.

It's unbelievable how many emails I get that are meant for other people named Nick Marino. Still, the past couple of weeks have been tough for me. I've had some gems tossed into my lap -- a reservation to go golfing and a chain email with a punchline about clowns -- that went nowhere. People just weren't taking the bait.

Luckily, that wasn't the case with Billy the Kidd, who randomly sent me some audio files with no explanation. Billy (not his real name) was also especially easy to track down online and I was checking out his SoundCloud account in no time, which provided some good ammo for our conversation.

It began like this:

I'm still waiting to find out why Billy the Kidd sent me those audio files.

And I can't believe he didn't say a single thing about the amazing pictures I attached to my emails!!! 😡

It's amazing how often people think I'm a different Nick Marino. It's also amazing how long they email me back and forth before they realize I'm the wrong guy.

This time, I ran into an especially juicy case of mistaken identity. Ronnie Rapper (not his real name) thinks I'm DJ Nick, a guy who runs Marino Gang Records and used to sell clothes under the Marino Goods brand.

Here's how it all went down with Ronnie:

I don't expect to hear back from Ronnie.

Unless he decides to start juggling, that is.