December 16th, 2000

newavi

I am not short (corto)

For kym:
So my brother, Rob, did the whole backpacking across Europe thing when he was like 20. This lasted for (I'm guessing) about 6 years. I know for sure he spend 3 years living in and running a hostel in Amsterdam. The deal was very much a "live under an assumed name" for him so everybody knew him as Rob Keith (no reason, it just happened).
Lucky me (very very lucky me) got to go and visit him when I was 17... spend months and months there (actually it was a week). My units were going to a place called Volendon (sp?) for business and they took me along to stay with my big bro for a week. Well, in anticipation of this, Mr. Man With No Name wanted to make sure his real name didn't get out via moi. Remember that to live in Amsterdam as a transient visitor of youthful years is to be STONED pretty well constantly... so in his mind the idea of giving me a nick name would help ensure his continued anonymity. When he left home he was significantly bigger than his little bro. In letters he had ascertained that I had grown a bit and now rivaled him in the height department. So he settled on the Corto (a contraction of the spanish word cortitto (sp?) meaning 'shorty') So basically he's calling me Short. The name stuck.
Side note: mmmmmm I could write some good stories about my week in Amsterdam...
newavi

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The Days of Christmas (3)



On the First day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
a pure evil, pure white cat - I called it Satan. Then she left me.

On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
two grams of pot! She felt awful about the 'leaving' thing and wants me to take her back, so she showed up with a little baggie and brandishing a big ol'hickey I know nothing about! hmmmm...
Oh, and Satan, the dam cat, basically lives under my big comfy chair.

On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
three tabs of E! and said "lets go dancing." Geez, I said "No, my ankles are bleeding and swollen!" I chucked the E. It turned out that the pot from last night was cat-nip! Satan got into it big time and now the dam cat lunges out from under the comfy chair to claw and bite at the ankles of whoever's sitting.
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