Really? Because I knew ciji too and she wasn't at all what you describe her to be. When I knew her she had a compulsive eating disorder and had a waist the size of a tennis court. She litterally had to be rolled out of bed for her twice a week hosing downs given courtesy of the volunteer firedepartment in her converted mudroom.
Victor, on the other hand, was a real piece of work.
I first came across this pitiful carbon blob in the upper level restroom of Giants stadium. He was incoherently drunk with his urine soaked pants lying in a heap between him and the toilet naked from the waist down.
“Come and get it fellas” he quietly murmured. Needless to say, I called security and he was escorted out with a trash bag tied around his waist and his soiled jeans stuffed down his tattered Mark Bavaro jersey.
“Call me Victor the victorious… call me Victor the victorious…” he wailed.
Needless to say, he’s persona non grata at Giants Stadium now. But on the positive side, he’s found a new haunt to watch G Men games, “The Pier” a transgendered/sexual libertarian type bar in an alley in West Hoboken where his bizarre sexual proclivities are looked on with mild interest rather than the mind bending horrific disgust that he received in the Meadowlands.
Owl_Eagle" WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
DIVERSITY IS STRENGTH"