Just another Ipasian day...

Jfizzle and I are shooting the shit in his cube.. We were probably working on something or other. Some network issue blah,blah,blah... We're joking around and suddenly the fizz grows a little pensive..... I lean in and question this sudden change of mood.

Jfizzle: jefe, I've decided that from now on, I'd like to be called the Wolf.

*he grins*

me: uhmm.. yeah?

Jfizzle: absolutely.

* he leans back in his chair and stairs at the ceiling panels*

The Wolf: I think it fits.. "You sending the Wolf?.... Shit, negro, that's all you had to SAY!".. Yeah I like it... Call me the wolf

me: sure... is that the wolf or just wolf?

[The] Wolf ponders...

The Wolf: The wolf.. you gotta have two syllables. Definitely

me: sure?

The Wolf: yeah, I'm all in

me: right then..

I turn it over a bit..

me: I'll be coyote then. without a 'the' though. Just kiy-yote... Kiy-yote

The Wolf: right, two syllables is the way to go.


--Later--


Walking down a hallway with the indomitable WH...

[Coyote]: So from now on, call Jfizz the Wolf...

WH chews on that.

[Coyote]: and I'm Coyote before you ask...

WH: really?.. huh.. do I have a nickname?

inner jefe (sensing a trap): shit. does he?

[Coyote]: uhh no, I don't think so..

WH: You dick, yeah I do. it's Constantino! remember?

I do remember. We had agreed over Mexican and a few too many beers on nicknames. We figured at the time that what we really needed were a couple of badass monikers with which to get the ladies. Names that had fire and edge to captivate the fairer sex. one of those nights...

WH being a feisty Peruvian with declared machismo decided on the name Constantino. A good name. Constantino is a man who sucks the marrow from life, A man with women's names tattooed on his biceps. Me? What did I choose? Did I choose a name dripping with testosterone and awash with manliness? No... Being an inexplicable enigma, a puzzle with no solution, a mystery wrapped in a conundrum, I chose the name Chinatown...

ehhh right. I'm still kind of on the fence when it comes to Chinatown. What kind of connotation does the name carry? Either one thinks of a buzzing morass of refugees, immigrants, and men with nothing to lose, or Chicken-fried rice.. I personally belong to either camp depending on how hungry I am... most people, however, just laugh. And while the badass-ness of the name Chinatown is certainly debatable, It's certainly not going to attract any ladies which was, you'll remember, the stated point....

I should defintely have called Constantino....

[Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown.]

El Jefe