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The story behind my nickname ("Bugs") goes all the way back to my days as a newborn and, though it has undergone many changes, it still haunts me today.
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Makes you want to laugh, doesn't it?
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As I was born in 1981, the Volkswagen Beetle© was still a well-known commodity of popular culture. One of the alternate names for this popular vehicle (the "Luvbug") found its way into my life. It was supposedly something which my mom called me shortly after birth.
Luvbug was evidently not something that my uncle and grandfather felt comfortable calling me, for shortly after the name had picked up popularity with my family, they started calling me "Buggerboo" (not sure where this came from or how it was better, but that's the way it was).
Apparently, my grandfather got bored with with this after a few years and started calling me "Bugsy-boo" (once again, I'm not sure where this came from, but it was mine to deal with). This name was quickly picked up by my family and became my accepted name at any social event.
A few years later, my good old grandfather got tired of this name and decided to shorten it to "Bugsy" (finally, a name with a purpose...a nice two-syllable, harsher sounding name with some authority). This, too, was quickly accepted by the rest of the family and stuck with me for quite a few years.
Then, one day, somebody got tired of saying two-syllables to acknowledge my presence and decided to shorten it to just "Bugs" (I think they were just tired of dedicating too much of their time to the acquiring of my attention, but I'm not sure), where it has since remained. To this day, even in public places, my family still gets my attention by saying "Bugs." It gets quite a questioning reaction by those not accustomed to hearing it.
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