When I was a young lad everyone had a nickname: Ollie was mine. I was rarely called my given name. I wander the halls of Hillcrest everyday. Everyone and I mean everyone is called by their real name (there a few with street names, but that is another story).
Nicknames are often glorious - they capture the true spirit or key event of one's journey.
Who can forget Loaf? - that guy who stole a loaf of cheese bread, there was another guy called bread too...no relation.
Pancake - he stole some pancakes.
Chinga...?
Flush - master of the white throne.
Oldman - the guy with a few greys in Highschool.
Rico - Jock - French - Ringer - Tiny - House - Rock - Soup - Lonesome 50 - Cement - Shark - Grasshopper - Slippery/Slipree - One-Punch - Bucky...all real people.
Snag a nickname - embrace nicknames.
As an aside: I did hear one interesting street name: "psycho-ranger"...solid.
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