Got a little contact today which was fun. Someone trying to track down a long-lost love:

Well, I loved a Josh Koenig once. Actually, I still do, but you're not him. Of course, I love you too, but only in that earthy I-wanna-love-everyone kinda way which looks real good on paper and comes out with a big soup stain on its shirt. Oh well.

I coulda saved us both the trouble by reading a bit first, but now at least you know that there exists another Josh Koenig who is possibly the greatest poet the universe has ever known. Josh Koenig must be a special name.

I'll take that karmic association. Thanks!