Happy Monday cocksuckers! Hope you had a great weekend and have your costume all picked out for next week, by Thursday kids and adults will be losing there minds, me, I'll stay home, smoke some dope and scare myself, BOOO!
        I write about my life and I'm very open, from the felonies, to who we fucked up and why, besides my mothers death, separation then divorce was very hard on me, not cause I lost a wife, but because of my daughter Jackie, in reality, thats all I cared about anyway, my ex wife knew that, so it made me vulnerable to her bullshit, she knew Jackie was really the only blood I had in the world at the time, and fucking with me, by using Jackie would really hurt me, and it did, so here goes.
        As i told you, 94 was a tough year with my ex and her boyfriend, but 95 opened with good news, a big time Comedy booker, was finally giving me work, good news! I would leave on Wednesday and return Sunday and get Jackie all afternoon, things were relaxed between myself and my ex, after someone gets smacked, things do calm down, but all of a sudden I started seeing changes in my little girl, I could see this was rough on her, at the time she was 5 years old, and she was already living two lives, one with her family, and one with her single broke dad, with me she saw realities that were good and bad, with her family, she saw only things a 5 year old should see.
           It was May, I got her a bike, or better yet, shoplifted it from, Toys R US, here my little girl was 5, and she was already riding a hot bike in Boulder Colorado, half her toys were shoplifted, anyway, she got ahead of me, I yelled, I ran, when I finally caught her, she started to cry, when I hugged her, she pushed away, and spit in my face, I was very hurt and confused, I just brought her back to my apartment, ate Chinese food, and then took her back to her mother at 7pm, as planned.
         That night, I cried and thought about what happened, I thought about the last year we had together, the yelling, screaming, spitting and smacking  John, the little comments her mother was making, not to mention my life style, it was affecting my little girl the same way my parents lifestyle had had hurt me in many ways, and yes taught me great things, but a 5 year old year old to be exposed to this shit, wasn't right.
       Believe it or not, Kathy, my ex, and her boyfriend had a home, they ate dinner at a certain time, they had a family structure even though they were pieces of shit, I was the opposite, I had nothing to offer Jackie but love and the truth, she could live without that at the age of 5.
  I had met this girl that lived in Seattle, there was a great Comedy scene up there, and I had nothing going on all Summer, I thought I would go up there, do some Comedy, but most important, give the Boulder situation a break, it was eating away at me , the difference between me and alot of people is I play for keeps, these two idiots thought they were going to hide behind a courtroom, I knew that if I stayed in Boulder two things would happen, the situation would escalate, and eventually, something bad was going to happen, and I didn't want my daughter to be a part of that, even though it killed me inside, I packed my car, said my goodbyes and left.
  For months after that, I called her two times a week and sent shit, and surprisingly, my packages would never get there, or some shit or the other, then when I would go visit, and that week was the busiest week of her life, with activities or what not. I continued to visit,  but the last time I saw her, it dawned on me, how good and happy she looked, she was nine by now, and I could see the stress was gone from her little face, she was a innocent beautiful little girl, who did not deserve what was happening around her.
      That was ten years ago, I don't know if you understand where this is going, but I walked away, so her life would be normal, even though it was painfull, it was the right thing at the time, I think about her from time to time, about a year ago I sent her a message, but I never heard back, and I'm all right with that, shes got her own life now.
           Thank you for reading, it was a hard one to write, but fuck it, have a Happy Halloween and most importantly.....STAY BLACK!!!!!!!!!!!!

                 Greetings to all! Hope everyone had a great weekend. Monday is here, I hope your ready to rock, cause I got a smoking story, for you cocksuckers today. I never thought about writing these because in a way, this situation was one of the toughest I had to deal with in my life.
         Its early January, and some of the smoke had cleared from the hitting Hercules with bat issue, but I always knew the other shoe was about to drop, at the time, I was trying to do Comedy full time, I was making close to nothing, and was hustling, delivering Chinese food, anything just to keep a float, my life wasn't hard enough, and I got my ex and her future husband breaking my balls.
         My visits with my daughter Jackie were BRUTAL! Half the time I had money, some times I didn't, but the visits were always fun, I always made them work, I loved her dearly.
One particular cold day, I pick her up at daycare, there she was with her little blond locks, I put her in the car, after about 20 minutes, she looks up at me and ask, daddy, what does SPIC mean? I asked her where she heard that, she said whenever I called the house, JOHN would say, ITS THE SPIC!  I'm from NORTH BERGEN NEW JERSEY, thats where they invented the word, I heard it a thousand times , it never bothered me growing up because the people that always said it to me, believe it or not, really loved me, it was like a reference word, HAVE YOU HEARD FROM THE SPIC? I use the fucking word, I'm sure my daughter will hear the word a thousand times growing up, but she is not going to hear it from some motherfucker
        Now as you know, Colorado is a tricky place for me, I have 2 felonies there, one more, its twenty five big ones, that was always hanging over my head, still I looked at my daughter, and decided, I was going to get my third and best felony, that afternoon.
We went and ate, went to the kids museum, the whole time thinking about my demise, by I didn't care, I was going to prison, but those motherfuckers were going to remember me for the rest of there lives, I was going to confront them, at the drop off point, which on that particular day was at a Safeway parking lot, they usually showed up together.
            I get there, just John is there, I tell Jackie to wait in the car, I felt like Liotta in Goodfellas, I walk up to him and ask him if he said the word SPIC around my daughter, he says NO, I tell him she is 4, were would she hear this, besides this is Colorado, not Jersey, again he dummies up. I tell him, I'm going to ask him again, that he was calling my daughter a liar, I wanted him to come clean, for that and sending those pieces of shit to my house, I told him that no matter what he said, he was going to get hit, again he lied and said he would call the police, I said good, if your going to call the cops, here is one to go, and popped him right in the fucking face, his knee buckled, again I asked again, he said fuck you, I smacked him again, some lady yells, leave him alone!, I tell her to go fuck yourself and mind your business, within minutes, the cops get there, at this point, he's in SAFEWAY with ice on his eye.
  THANK GOD!!!!!!!!! I knew one of the cops, he knows about my history with these 2 miserable fucks, also I had just done a Comedy benefit, and he was there, he hears my side of the story, they call it simple assualt, there are citations, and we both get to go home.
          3 days later, I'm in Court with my ex, and her boyfriend, only his eye is black and green, I figured I was going to jail that day, they asked where he said the word SPIC, I answered in his home and my daughter said at other places. The Judge dismisses the case because your not allowed to use a racial slur in the City limits of Boulder, its like a make my day law, you say it, you get whats coming to you, on top of that, the one witness didn't show, so they dropped the charges of assault, because I said I didn't hit him, my ex, and her cunt attorney are yelling and screaming, there yelling no contact, this and that, FUCK THEM, I BEAT THEM AT THERE OWN GAME!
          Thats a great story, but at the same time, its not, I fucked up big that day, and many days afterward, that situation contributed to the reasons that I don't speak to those people, including my daughter anymore, but we live and learn. Even writing this story was stressful.
  Thank you for reading, see ya next week, love ya............STAY BLACK!!!!!!!!!!!

Whats up beautiful people? Hope all is well in your lives. I'm very sorry about last week, I got caught up doing some other shit, it won't happen again. Anyway, I'm going to open up about a different chapter of my life, I hope you dig it,
              Shortly after I got out of prison, I got married. Yes, I loved her, but I was young, the real reason why I got married was, she was pregnant. Yes I have a child, shes not really a child anymore, shes 19, I haven't spoken to her in years, not because of anything she did, but because of my own insecurities, this story, is how it all started.
               It was 93, I was already separated, I had a roommate, and a dog, my dog, his name was Hercules, I had him since, 86, he was a beautiful Sheppard mix, that was a very loving animal, and alot of fun, he loved the snow, he loved his rubber balls, he was the only thing I really salvaged from the separation.
              The split in a way wasn't good, here after maybe 6 months after being apart, she had moved in with a guy, the guy seemed all right, but in reality, this was my little girl, at the time of the split, she was 18 months, by this time, she was 3, and every week there was drama, it was either this or that.
          Anyway, one Sunday afternoon, her boyfriend , JOHN, picked up the kid, and said that the movie I had taken her to see the previous week was not appropriate cause JACKIE was having nightmares or some make believe bullshit, I asked her if she had nightmares, she said no, so I said, he didn't know what he was talking about, and to keep his mouth shut, cause he was just the driver, he said some remark and then told me to fuck myself or some nonsense, I just looked at him, and spit in his face.
               About 2 months after this, I'm working at a Sports betting service, its an all day Saturday, during football season. I get home from work about 7pm, I open the garage when I got home and left it open so the dog could go out. I go up stairs, turn on the T.V. and just start relaxing, within minutes I hear a bang and my dog yell, I run down stairs, and I see HERCULES running towards me, I check him, hes fine, no blood, no visible signs of anything. I do notice his kind of limping, I walk out past the garage, all of a sudden, BANG, I get hit from the side, but it was amateur hour, he hit me again, it was a 2 by 4, as I charged him, he slipped, I had him, I punched him a couple of times then, I hear a car door open, and there's his fucking partner running at me, I start fighting this motherfucker, the piece of wood falls, and like a miracle, I pick it up, and whack the one fuck in the leg, he goes down but the other guy starts running, I chase him about a block away, finally I caught this guy, and started slamming him badly, it had been a bad year, and I took it out on this fuck, I kicked him in the back real hard, then I kicked him in the head, both kicks were with work boots on.
              I asked him, why he attacked me, he couldn't even talk, I ran back to the house, and called a cop friend who was off duty, I explained that I had never seen these guys before, by this time the other guy had taken off, and my side started swelling bad, my ribs were broken and badly bruised, I couldn't really breathe, but I fucked both those motherfuckers up, the one real bad.
              My cop buddy rushed over and when he got there, our friend was still on the floor,bleading. Some of the neighbors were out of there homes by then, my cop friend looked at me and said, we could finish him, or call the police and a ambulance, I chose the second option, at that time, I had enough bad karma on the horizon.
           The next morning, I was going to see my daughter at 1pm, I knew it was these 2 fucks who sent those cocksuckers to get me, guilty conscience has no accuser, my ex calls me at 1130am, and asked if I was all right, if I still wanted to see Jackie, I said yes why wouldn,t I ? But thats when I knew for sure. I didn't say anything on the phone.
           When they arrived, I was all smiles, my daughter looked beautiful, I hugged her, then told her to give Hercules a hug, while she was hugging the dog, I pulled up my shirt and showed those 2 miserable fucks the bruising on my ribs, then told them in a low voice, to next time, send the A-Team, both there faces turned red.
             That was the beginning of a fucked up time in my life, that we'll talk more about in the weeks to come. AS far as HERCULES, when I went back to JERSEY in 94 to pursue Comedy, I left him with my ex and a couple of years later, he passed. I'm
 very sorry I never saw him again, but she wouldn't let me, till this day, even with all my cats, I think about HERCULES from time to time.
                 Sorry again about last week, the next few weeks, I'll give you some good shit, so check in with me on MONDAYS! Besides that....STAY BLACK!

Happy Monday to everybody, sorry I'm late, I woke up real early, smoked a bone, and passed the fuck back out, it happens. Hope you all had a great weekend, but reality is , pumpkins are starting to pop up, that means little cocksuckers will be coming over your house to give you there pre- swine flu germs, and to case the joint, in exchange for candy, what a deal.
              Anyway, sometimes, you have a good day, sometimes you have a good week, sometimes you make good money at work or bet the Giants on Sunday night, thats good, sometimes a hot something licks your balls or monkey, whatever you have, but sometimes, just getting your yellow belt, might float your boat, but last week for me, it was a good week, because after 25 years, almost to the day, I apologized to my Uncle for my behavior.
             It was August of 84, I was out of my fucking mind, I was on "RIP OFF THE DRUG DEALER TOUR",. I was coming down in some hotel in Jersey, when it dawned on me, I was either going to get caught and shot, or end up in jail, so I though for a minute, where can I change, and get my life together.....Los Angeles, I have a uncle there, I visited him once before, and I had a open invite after my moms death in 79, let me call him up and make his fucking life miserable, so I called, explained my situation, he said, he could send me money, to tie me over for a while, but he had his hands full with his family and his business, but I was his favorite sisters kid and family, so if I needed to come, so be it.
           I probably took the money and spent it, I didn't show for 2 weeks, till the money and coke were gone, finally I called and told him when I was coming in, he knew this was going to be bad, here I was at LAX, no uncle, no ride, I called, he had gotten caught up at work or some shit, I took a cab. I got to his place, or better yet, the bar, he owned, I took refuge up stairs over the bar, he told me it was temporary, until I found a job.
         The next day, he drove me around, and dropped it on me, how he didn't agree with my moms upbringing of me, how if I wanted to stay out here, I had to change, in reality, he was telling me the truth, but at the time as I did, I took offense, he wanted me to get up early, and go out and find a job on a bus, and at night, work at his bar, for tips, I had different plans, I was going to work a couple of days, bum a loan from him, and fuck the job and a bus, I'm going back to New Jersey.
          A few days went by, and it sucked, finally, I sat him down and explained I needed a loan for a apartment and a car and plane ride to go get my stuff, and return to L.A., but in reality, I wasn't returning. He said he would let me stay for free, till I got a job and saved up money, he explained how people did it all the time, here is this guy giving me free rent, and a opportunity to make a little cash, and thats not good enough, so what did I do? I se up a plan to rob him.
           A few days had passed, it was Saturday night, it was always busy, plus he had, Mexican Quincenaras in there, the word was the bartenders would make money, plus I was going to rob this guy blind, they put me behind the main bar to watch me, but I was raised in a bar, I knew all the tricks, I'm hanging big bills, in the singles slots, I'm short ringing, finally, I got about 1500.00 counted up, I got about 600.00 in the sock, I got a couple of 100.00s, plus change, but the big cash stash, was under the register, my plan was to clean up with everyone, go up stairs, wait for my uncle to leave, call a cab, and take the AM, flight right out of there.
          It goes smooth, I'm packed, the cab was called, I'm ready to go downstairs to get the big loot, my uncle pulls up, as I'm going in, he ask what was going on, he had forgotten his glasses or something, I told him something or another, he opened the door, went right in, and showed me what I was going for, he said he had watched me all night, he threw me out, with nothing, he searched my pockets and took the cash, except what I had in my socks , which was like 300.00 , right away I went off and yelled and screamed how he was a bad uncle, he just basically told me he was going to call the cops, I did the worst thing ever I took a swing at him, the cops got there, and he didn't press charges, I took a cab, and never said a word.
                 Years later, I realized what I had done but never got the balls to call him. When I arrived in Los Angeles, I looked up his address, and thought about going over there, 12 years I've been here, and finally last Monday, I woke up with him on my mind, I had business in Malibu, and didn't want to get stuck in traffic on the way home, so I sat by the ocean and looked at the waves, and remembered the first time I had been here in 73, how my uncle took me to the beach and a Dodger game and Seaworld, I rushed to the car called, and he answered, we spoke, we cried, it was nice. Last Friday night, I went to his bar, and we spoke, and believe it or not, he claimed alot of responsibility, for that situation.
            The most important thing was that I did what I did, I feel alot better, and it sounds kind of bullshitty and Starbucky, but I do feel more complete, that apology, made my week run real smooth, its true sometimes forgiveness brings virtue, on both parts, I hope you enjoy what I wrote,  HAVE A GREAT WEEK!
           But most important, STAY BLACK!

Are you kidding me or what? Hope everyone had a great weekend. I had a great time in Tampa and Orlando, thank you to all the people that came out. Today will be a special blog, cause you cocksuckers are special. How do I know, because you've givin me a chance by reading this shit, and watching it grow, thank you.
                      Today, were going to talk about a book I read recently, that blew my mind, I would never push bullshit on anyone, if your into this shit, this book will blow your mind.
There are a few friends in life that over the years get to know you certain Patua, as they say in North Jersey, I was blessed with those sort of friends in the form of entertainment, people outside of Hollywood were I live that keep me grounded, people who read to read, not to impress these fucking sheep, that is Hollywood, there probably, holding on to there books while standing on line at PINKS, getting one of those God awful hotdogs.
                     The book is called "HAVANA NOCTURNE', by T.J.English, this book is a fucking animal, one minute your hanging with LUCKY LUCIANO in prison, the next thing your in Havana, with Meyer Lansky, then your in a Casino with Batista, while getting a brief description of the Cuban history, all while Fidel is preparing to take over Cuba, from the Sierra Madre mountains, to Mexico, to Miami, to Tampa, with Santo Trafficante, to a orgy, SINATRA had, where he got busted by a bunch of Girl Scouts, and a nun!!!!
                    There is nothing better than smoking a big joint of the shit, the New York Giants smoked before the game last night and reading a tremendous book, the kind of book, that makes your heart beat, the thing about the book was that it in a way answered alot of questions about why my parents were the way they were, Cuba was a hustlers College, Tourism, you learn from people from all over, what better education can you get than that, it also explained about the history of Bolita, a Cuban daily lottery of sorts, but also , the way my parents made a living in this country for 25 years, from Bolita.
                    When I was a kid, up to the age of probably 13, on Saturdays, I would either go to a apartment in the Bronx, Manhattan or Queens, and work in different Bolita offices as a runner, gofer type, they would give me 100$ cash a day, and if the house did good, a extra 50, WOW! After my mom past, and I needed a job, one of her old partners gave me a job running numbers also, then the State lottery got issued, and all those rackets, got cut in half, if that.
                    My point, is that, if your into reading real shit, this is the book for you, anyway, like I said, this would be a different type of whatever, because its really a book review, but thats not the point, the point is I wrote something and you guys took the time to read it thank you, it means alot. Buy the book, and have a great week!!
Stay Black!!!!!!!!!!!

Whats happening? Hope everyone had a great weekend. Last week, I went to the beach, but this weekend, I didn't do much. I usually write these blogs about some crazy story that happened to me in the past, or about a certain situation in my life. I say nothing happened this weekend, but I did have a great time this morning, guess where? A Weight Watcher meeting!
                      As I've mentioned before, Ive been going to Weight Watchers since January 25th, and I got to tell you, its a blast, especially when you put your mind to it and start to see results, its like being thirteen, and watching your pubic hairs grow out. Every Sunday, I go in to weigh in, your fat little heart beats like a drum, as your standing on the scale, you think of everything you ate, all the jumping jacks, and you try to put it all together, and before you know it, there it is, you lost 2.6, or 1.2, after they give you the amount you lost, they take your money, then you sit, and within minutes, a meeting starts where you learn different things about weight loss, in a interesting and fun way, by no means is this a AA, or OA meeting, its not a group grope and theres no hugs, its done in a professional, and fast manner, all this in less then a hour, thats why I go, period.
                         I did something else to add pressure to my weight loss, I went in there with a friend, who was very serious, and still is very commited, since the beginning, we've both been solid every week with no stories, yeah sometimes, there minimal or no weight loss, but that could be a variation of reasons, as of today, I've lost 67 lbs, he's lost about 44 lbs, and a friend of his has lost 40 lbs, all in our little corner, by the way, my friend is Rick Ramos, an old friend from The Comedy Store, and a solid all around guy, his friend is a great girl named Charlene, all of us our struggling chubbies, but we've all gone in there like soldiers, and have made it work for us.
                         Today, the topic was the Holidays, and how to prepare, right away, people started with the bullshit stories, my mom cooks special things, or some of these mo-mos, was saying that they usually call ahead and tell the host who invited them, that there on a diet and they can't eat certain things, these are the same people that have been there as long as our little group and have struggled to lose ten, to twenty pounds, they do everything half ass, they tell EVERYONE what there doing, and to boot, walk around with a water bottle, because they want to show people how healthy they are, and how they prevent dehydration, before it occurs while they driving there airconditioned LEXUS.
                    I couldn't take it anymore, so I raised my hand and said that instead of giving up before the battle, maybe they should just prepare for it like maybe filling up on oatmeal or apples or some shit, but to either do it, or not, your going to sit there and go to someones house, and when the cake comes out, say no out loud, so everyone could hear you and talk about Weight Watchers and then make all the chubbies in the room, feel bad for eating on a Holiday, and in the meantime, your going to go home and devour a whole pumpkin pie with whip cream like I usted, but I wasn't on a diet either.
        My point, if there is one is, as a fucking nation, we talk to fucking much, in turn, we scare ourselves, I was really fucking fat for ten years, I'm still fat, but I was real fat at four hundred, anyway, I was scared to diet, because people told me how hard it was, I really have to tell you, how I would tell a dear relative, this Weight Watchers, losing weight shit is easy, I'm happy I did it, and didn't listen to the sceptics, and most important, I'm happy Rick, and Charlene were there, first because they got to see the whining first hand, I had seen it before, and couldn't believe, they were adults, second because Rick kept saying "Easy Nicky, they didn't mean nothing by it", I could'nt stop laughing, its my favorite line from EASY MONEY, a Comedy classic, Rodney and Joe Pesce, 1984!
              Anyway, if there is something you want to do, do it, don't tell no one, your even doing it, so they can't put the kiss of death on you, Do it, but do it 110%, thats my story for the week, I'll be in Tampa, and Orlando next weekend doing my thing, come out, this is the first time, I'll be headlining in a while, and I've got great shit to say, if you can't go, send someone and get the report. Thank you for reading, and most important, STAY BLACK!!!!!

                 Well its official, the summer is over, But you knew that, anyway, Happy Labor Day! Before you know it, it'll be Halloween one minute, then you'll be yelling Happy New Year, but fuck it, thats what its all about.
                 Anyway, for years now, I've been hearing about, no whites after Labor Day, in reality, I never gave a fuck, as you could tell, I'm a clean guy, but fashion has never really been a staple, I would never tell anyone what to wear.
               But there is a fashion movement that is breaking my balls, its these people who wear party sox with sneakers and work out , I remember growing up, in the North Bergen School system, if you wore party sox to gym class, they wouldn't let you play kickball, plain and simple, and then you had to sit there like a mo-mo, who came to class with pink eye.
               In Catholic School in Jersey, when I was really young, if you wore party sox, it was a sign of weakness, the kids would mug you for your change and take your lunch box, thats fucked up.I remember wearing party sox with sneakers to school once, and not just the regular party sox, but the ones you wore with MERENGUE shoes, I am CUBAN you know, I was never so embarressed, to sit there, I went home and burned every party sock I had.
             Today, I have about 4 pairs of party sox, and I don't even mix them with the regular sweat sox, I put them in there own drawer, so I never even have to look at them, party sox remind me of going to court, maybe thats the real issue. Lately I've been wearing shoes, and that looks worst, to wear sweat sox with shoes, you look like a undercover cop, or your just a mook, so I bust out the party sox.
             The moral of the story, is to not wear party sox with sneakers at the gym or out period, I'm no fashion guru, but ask around, if you or someone you love is part of this movement, talk to them, tell them what they told the stupid kids in High School, if you cut your foot while your running around, the ink from the sock will go into your blood stream and kill you, like that!
              Again, thank you for reading, in my next fashion blog, we'll cover High Waters, aka floods, aka your ankles are having a party, invite your pants down!
             Have a safe Labor Day, see you next week! BREA IMPROV, WEDNESDAY NIGHT 8PM!!!!
         
          

Whats up? Hopefully, everyone had a great weekend, before the last blowout of the summer next week. I just hope the last quarter of the year slows down a bit, this year has gone by fast, buts thats life.
                       I've been reading and listening to alot of Micheal Vick talk lately, I never really knew all the circumstances surrounding the case, I had heard different things, but I didn't pay attention that closely, because it had to do with the torture and murder of dogs, and as a animal lover, I just didn't want to hear these things.
                        In reality, I was under the impression that he was financing the whole operation and thats it, I also thought that he had lied while being questioned, thats it, boy was I wrong.
                       On November 18th, 1987, I tried to do a drug rip, and was caught, I had done them before, armed and unarmed, this particular one was like all the others, get in, get out, no one gets hurt, there is always a potential for violence, but thank God, nothing ever happened. I did my time, got out, and I had a few bumps along the way, but right now, I'm living my dream!
                        Most important than anything was that someone, gave me a second chance, and I made the best of it. Well now VICK gets out, me, I believe people should get a second chance like I did, until I spoke to a close friend of mine, he told me were to go to read first hand what he had done to these animals, I WAS BLOWN AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!
                       The people I fucked with were drug dealers, they knew what they were getting into, and they knew the risk, these little animals didn't know what hit them. I don't want to write about the things he did, because I couldn't imagine those things happening to a animal, I know, hes been doing it since he was 8 years old, but to look a animal in the eye, those same eyes that look at you for acceptance and love, and to kill it, for all the wrong reasons, I'm not sure, there is a second chance available.
                          Sure, He'll play football, and get his life back in time, and if he does real well and wins a Superbowl, it will all be forgotten, but will it? I've done many bad things, I've never killed dogs, but I've hurt people, and I've paid dearly for everything I've done. Even when I just steal a lighter from Seven-Eleven, days later something will happen, and I'll say, thats for that fucking lighter.
                        I watched VICK on 60 minutes, I heard what the guy on REAL SPORTS said, I also read about PINK, and what she had to say, also I read about what DANA WHITE said about giving him another chance, yeah sure you fucking MORONS, give him another chance and thank you for your comments, but think about that dog you had growing up, the way, he would look at you and trust you, and no matter how bad your day was, he would come up to you and jump on you, and in his own little way that dog would tell you he loves you and your the best, Vicks buddies would steal your dogs and use these little animals as sparring partners for the crazy pits, sure give him a second chance!
                       Trust me on this, I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I do know KARMA, will get the best of VICK, I don't wish him bad, thats going to happen without me, you and I will never know, but he'll know, and when KARMA comes collecting, he comes heavy! So what he got a second chance to play football and make millions, he'
ll never ever come clean, sit, watch and learn something, so in his case, what good is a second chance, if there is something behind door number 3!
                        Thank you for reading, and have a great Labor day

                  What the fuck is really crackin? Another Monday, but were still here, and at the end of the day, thats all that really matters. Micheal Jackson had 50 Doctors, and hes dead like disco! So be happy, I got dick going on today, but something goods going to happen.
                    We spoke about 148th Street last week, and the effect it had on me. My mom never liked me going up there, she knew what went on up there, but in a Cuban family, the Godmother is very important, if anything should happen to your family, she has to step in period, my Godmother always stressed that, she loved me dearly, she also covered for me ALL the time.
                   I spoke about, buying guns and seeing dead bodies, but the best memory ever, happened around Labor Day 72, I wrote about this once before, but now I have all the facts, so lets give it a whirl. New York in the 70's was notorious for GREAT block parties, unreal music, dancing, games, booze, but most important, great food from all cultures.
                   They were fun and united the neighborhood, but 9 out of 10, it ended with drama, nothing major, kids from another block, alchohol related arguments, a racial slur, but at the end, no one got hurt, this one block party was different, and it involved, my step dad.
                    Juan Tuero was a very sweet man, my mom married him in 1970, 3 years after my real dad passed, Juan didn't drink or do drugs or smoke, he was a Bookie-loanshark-business man, but Juan did have one little problem, he was Violent, not UFC violent, but your going to the morgue violent, I had seen him in action once or twice, but never like this.
                    The party was winding down, it was probably 3am, it had moved to in front of my Godmothers apartment building, on the 148th side, not the Broadway side, anyway, a dear friend of my mom from Cuba, was now in New York, and had a Bar, on 143rd and Broadway, everyday I would walk down there, and get a coke for my friends and I, give her a kiss and go on my way, she had a husband, who was a real douche bag, his name was Nico.
                     Everytime, I would go visit this Rosalba women, Nico would make remarks and what not, primaraly directed at Juan, but I would never say anything, not even to my mom. Here we are at this party, there some dudes playing conga drums, Nico, is talking shit to my step-dad, your this and that, I've got my step-dads hand thinking he won't do anything, Nico keeps talking, I could see Juan starting to turn red, finally he breaks away from me starts yelling at my Godmother to give him the gun, she starts yelling, everybody is yelling, I see Juan run in the house, and he comes out with a beautiful 45, the old school ones, Nico is still talking, he looks at my dad and says, you don't have the balls to shoot me, wrong, Juan shot the guy in the leg, inches from his ballsack!
              Everybody is yelling and running at this point, Juan puts the gun in his waist band, takes my hand, and we walked to his car, not ran but walked, we went to Riverside Drive and pitched the gun in the Hudson, and drove to our home, at 88th Street, and believe it or not, never spoke about it again, till a couple of years ago.
               I still spoke to Rosalba, I just never went to the bar for free Cokes anymore. Juan never got in trouble for that, no one said nothing, not even Nico, Juan threatened  him before the ambulance came that night, but that was the type of neighborhood it was, solid.
              The last time I saw my Godmother, 24 years ago, we laughed our asses off about the incident, its not the type of memory you forget. Thats the adventures of the little family life I had, and our summer activities, those our my memories, how special!
                Anyway, thank you for reading, next week we'll talk about the FANIA ALL STARS! HAVE A GREAT WEEK!
               
              

            Whats happening beautiful people? Hope your weekend was great. I did a few things, nothing too exciting, the fights were good, its a shame Gina Carano got beat, but the Cyborg chic is the real deal. as far as Babalu, that was quick, the UFC curse, all those guys, Dana put the Maluke on them, Arlovski, Sylvia, and now Babalu.
             Anyway, its amazing, the summer is 2 weeks from over, can you fucking believe that? Another gone, just like that, remember when the summer would last a year, or at least thats what it felt like, I was thinking about my summers, and how the last 20 of them, I haven't really gotten anything out of them, yeah I go on vacation, and I do this and that but, it doesn't feel like you get anything from the summers after your a adult, they made GREASE when the kids were in High School, you get where I'm going with this?
             I remember my summers as a kid, I had a GOOD fucking time,  Disneyland, and Met and Yankee games, going down the shore, and going to Basketball, baseball and football camps, but my best summers, the ones that stayed with me for the rest of my life, where my summers on 148th and Broadway, in New York City.
            From the minute I came from Cuba, all I remember is 205 W. 88th Street, between Broadway and Amsterdam, thats were I grew up till 73, I was 8, but from 69 to 75, I would spend 1 month of every summer up there, and believe me, it was a adventure.
           I remember at first, I would be scared to go up there, the kids were tougher, stronger, faster. I had grown up with nice white kids on 88th street, on 148th street, there was everything, Irish, Italian, Puerto Rican, a couple of tough Jews and a couple of Polacks, these kids were ruthless, they met everyday about 10am, and we ran till about 10pm, fuck it, all day long, you played, Buck-Buck, hoops, stickball, we shoplifted models, then build them, ran to Riverside drive, and rummage thru stolen cars, I saw my first dead body up there, when your a kid, thats always exciting, he was in an alley , I also saw someone get shot, that was better, till this day, I still remember all those kids names, and think about them, especially during a hot summer day.
         My godmother, lived up there, she owned 3 apartment buildings, we loved each other very much, she had no children, and her and her husband would always get a kick out of me. I gave them alot of grief, I always got into fights, always got stitched up , and bit by a dog,while I was up there, I bought my first knife and gun up there too,. the cops took the gun, I was maybe 8, it was a 22, my mom got the knife, it was one of those BIG, old school, 007 knives, for a extra buck, the guy would sharpen it for you, like I said, the times up there, were a adventure, most important, those kids were loyal, we ALWAYS stuck together, it was all for one and one for all, we were between the ages of 6 to 12, the oldest always being Tony Cedeno, I hung with his younger brother Ricky, we ran and got caught by the cops, a hundred times, and I remember nobody ever snitching, these kids were street rats, I remember thinking people were going to be like this forever, boy was I wrong.
         The thing I took from that neighboorhood and never knew till recently was, thats were I honed my hustling skills, thats were I really learned, what it was all about, at that age, on those streets, even if you had money, which I always had, those young kids would make money first, then go play and eat shit, up and down Broadway.
           My first hustle, selling glue, to guys and chics, who snorted glue, Ricky and me would go to a hobby store on 149 street and shoplift glue and sell it to STICKY CHARLIE, that was our first customer, I don't know what they charged, but we charged 50 cents more, he would show up about 11am scatching, and we would bust his balls, our second hustle, was pure extortion, we would pull the garbage cans out into the street for you 2 times a week for 50 cents, again we had 20 customers, if you didn't pay us we would dump your garbage in the street at night, thats West side moxy!
         As I got older my visits were less frequent, it went from summers to weekends to just single nights, when crack showed up in the early 80's, my godmother sold the buildings, moved to Miami, and years later passed. The last time I saw her was in June of 85, she had sold already, but part of the deal was a apartment in the building for a few years, I remember that day, walking the neighborhood, and still remembering all the nooks and crannys of those streets, all the fights, and the running, and playing, but most important the lessons I learned, its hard to believe, that was 30 years ago, what I would do to go back, just for one day.
           I've been thinking alot about that part of my life, thats cause its the summertime, anyway, thank you for reading. This week I'll have 2 more blogs for you, 1 on Wednesday, and 1 on Friday, both about 148th Street! Have a great week!