Why GreasyPeso?
Whenever I introduce myself to someone and give them my Internet nickname of GreasyPeso, they inevitably ask why I call myself that, or where did I come up with the name. I usually try to blow the question off as only I can do, but it seems that now the question(s) are starting to grate on my nerves. Why should I have to explain my form of personal expression? Nonetheless, I take the time right now (if this goes according to plan, it will take me 5-10 minutes to write this) to detail the methodology by which I picked my handle.
When I see the word GreasyPeso, when I say the word GreasyPeso, a panoply of metal images play in my mind. I immediately see a trashy little bar on the outskirts of the Mexican plain, near the Texan border. A smoky, choking little watering hole where the Ouzo permeates the dusty air as pointedly as the faint odor of dried ganja. The sign on top of the building, which spells "El Raton Rojo", flickers on and off except for the J and L bulbs, which stay lit in a strangely silent musical opus. A sharply dressed man approaches the bar and cuts the musty atmosphere in two. He walks up to the barstool, wearing his zircon-encrusted leisure suit and well-worn cowboy hat. He is stylish, but he is dirty. In more ways than one. He seems like a man who showers in the hog troughs and masks his manly odor with an unidentifiable cologne that tickles the noses of the senoritas. He tosses a single peso coin on the marble countertop, and asks in a regional dialect for a drink. Its true name long forgotten, it now goes by the feared name "Zutano". The bartender feels the coin in his hand, slowly rolling it around between his thumb and index finger, and suavely asks, "Don't I know you from the Gong Show?"
I realize that none of that answered the question. If you really must know, a fellow senior at Athens goes by the name of ShinyDime. While thinking about the name, I changed it around bit by bit until it reached its current incarnation. It rhymes in a nonstandard sort of way, and it effectively personifies my elusive sort of personality. GreasyPeso is here to stay!