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I'm Charles "Chachi" Arcola, site manager for this website, and this is my story. Let me start first by saying it wasn't easy growing up in the footsteps of one Arthur Fonzarelli. You see, the days I spent with the Fonz were far from happy days. I mean how could I possibly be happy living so inadequately in the shadow of the great one who could start a jukebox simply by smacking it? I was just a kid, but I could see the writing on the wall. I was never going to be cool like him. As much as I tried to overlook it, there was no getting past the fact that I was more Ralph Malph than I would ever be Fonzie. It was more than I could bear. I had to find a way out.
Thankfully I found that escape route when I skipped town with Richie's sister, Joanie Cunningham. I entered into what I still consider to be the most fulfilling period in my life. It was like a weight had been lifted. I was my own man. No longer forced to remain in the looming shadow of my cousin. Ah, but it was to be short lived. Joanie and I grew apart and our relationship floundered. It was then that I took on a job as a babysitter. Suddenly they began calling me Charles, Charles in Charge. At first I didn't mind, however, after awhile the responsibility started getting to me. I didn't want to be Charles anymore. I just wanted to go back to being good old Chachi, the loveable good for nothing slacker that nobody expected anything of. Well I got my wish.
I found myself off the air completely. I didn't know what to do with myself. For goodness sake, I had been a TV personality and now I was a pitiful wretch just scraping to get by. I spent the next 16 years of my life bouncing from town to town searching for re-runs but they were few and far between. I came to the point of total despair, a little swampy spot just off the ramp of exit 13A on the northbound side of the New Jersey Turnpike. It was there that the Kid found me. You might say he was my salvation. You might also say that he was a freak, dressed in tights with a cape and a big pepper grinder strapped to his back. He wasn't wearing his trusty pepper shakers, as I would later come to find out that he was "off duty" at the time, whatever the hell that means.
Anyway, he cleaned me up and gave me a chance to get my life back together. I thought maybe he could use a sidekick, however, apparently he's very anti-sidekick. Says his work is too dangerous and he can't bring himself to subject anyone else to the risks he faces everyday. He's always talking about how he travels at speeds "in excess of 25 miles per hour" on that goofy little moped of his. Like I said, he's a strange bird.
He had no use for me as a sidekick, although fortunately for me, he did need someone to look after his website. After all, he's so busy, as he puts it, "fighting for justice and the right of every man, woman and child to bring out the pepper within." You heard right, the pepper within. Lord only knows. At any rate, that's how I got to be where I am today. Now you know my story. If you have any further questions or comments, you can contact me at email@example.com. I will try to get back to you but I canít promise anything. Remember that I am Chachi, the loveable good for nothing slacker that nobody expects anything of.