Danny- is a friend in Chamonix whom invited me to go over. I suddenly realized after a day or so hanging out with him and his mates, I was the only one who call him Danny. He is now - Roosty. I guessed that's his last name. I mean I sort of know what his last name is loosely but not exactly. you never really pay attention or remember people's last name most of the time, I mean, I actually have a hard time trying to remember people's first name. Like there are so many Daniels, Dannies, Danieles, Andrews, Matts, Daves on earth plus those weired ones like Pierres, Roen, Czanne, Czarine, Piano, Journey(yes, a friend from China!)... and more.
anyway, he is now Roosty. Danny asked me after my 1 week in Chamonix,"is it strange to call me Roosty now?" and I replied, "na, not at all!" in fact, I have been quite confused, probably confused him as well by calling him Roosty and Danny randomly. who said names doesn't matter but the person themselves?
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