Sunday, June 25, 2006

Rogues' Gallery #2: TRAVIS "DEIZEL WEEZEL" SANDERS



TRAVIS "DEIZEL WEEZEL" SANDERS

Meet the "Deizel Weezel," or the "Deez" or or "Wheez" or "Easy Deez" or "Deez-eeze" as he is known in his native Keokuck, Iowa. "Deizel Weezel" is actually the nickname he gave himself... for a nickname to stick, generally it must be assigned by one's peers. Not so with the Deez... he gave it to himself in his Chevy lusting teenage years, before he even owned a car. He is actually usually the only one who refers to himself as "The Deizel Weezel." This generally occurs upon introducing himself (or certain parts of his anatomy), to a member of the opposite gender... "Meet the Deizel Weezel, baby!" Others who have encountered him unanimously opt for one of the other variants of the handle.

In actuality, the Deez has never owned or driven a diesel-fueled vehicle. However, every vehicle he has owned has been a Chevrolet, and every vehicle he has owned has cost him more per month than his rent.

His resume has included a wide variety of professions... Carnival Worker, Gigolo, Dish Pig, Crank Dealer, Burglar, Newpaper Vending Distributor, Bartender... unfortunately, he has been a complete failure at every career he has ever attempted.

In spite of occupational failure, there is one thing at which he has been a resounding success. The Deez has the single largest collection of mesh shirts in the entire world (although he remains clueless about this fact... the shirts are simply his chosen uniform). Indeed, he only owns one shirt that is not meshed, which he uses for special occassions, such as weddings, funerals and proms (which, although he is 28, he still attends at every opportunity). For such occassions, he has his tromp l'oeil tuxedo t-shirt.

Although some may find this fashion statement unappealing, the Deez has a "passion for fashion." He is always accutely aware of his appearance and how he presents himself. He once also had a huge collection of different single hoop earrings that he would wear in his pierced ear. He thought this gave him the look of a bold individualist, but an associate informed him that he was wearing it in the "fag ear," and in spite of his fervent belief that the other ear is the "fag ear," he nevertheless ceased wearing earrings entirely the next day (after beating his associate bloody, of course). However, the entire collection of single-hoop earrings remains to this day under his bed like a dark, dirty secret (next to his collection of Hustlers).

The earring fiasco had a happy ending, though... as a new off-center accoutrement to highlight his bold persona he has adopted an always-attached black toothpick to his lower lip, which he buys in bulk at Wal-Mart. To his credit, he can make one pick last the entire day, which is no easy feat by any measurement.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

As another man named Travis Sanders I hope that all of this is true. If it is not then I am now sad.

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