Today, you get to meet my friend Dice. The guys around St Stephen’s Street, where he stays also call him Dicey, with no pun intended, but as per the colloquial pet-naming tradition that is as much part of this section of this small town, as cup-cakes and quarter bottles of booze. John is Johny, Tom, Tommy, Sag is Sagy, Doob is Dooby, and so on.
Dice is called so, not because of his ability to handle dice, or because he runs a dice gambling den, or because he is always taking dicey decisions. It’s an abbreviation.
To be contd…
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