Greetings! Happy Saints and belated Souls Day! Hope your Halloween was safe, and you didn't poison any of those little cocksuckers that came by while you were trying to fill up your bong.
        Anyway, November, has always been a fucked up month in my life, I quit smoking in November, I quit Cocaine in November, I got arrested for multiple felonies in November, my good friend Marilyn Martinez died in November, all these events, good or bad, caused a change in my life forever. But nothing changed my life more than the death of my mother, 30 years ago this month.
          No sisters, no brothers, my dad had died when I was 3, my mom had remarried, but he was a step dad, not a father, I had a Uncle in California, and a Godmother in Miami, in other words, I was alone, a cold realization for a 14 year old, who at the time, all I wanted to do, was shoot hoops and try to get his Pingita sucked.
          At the time it sounded rough, and it was, but looking back, it was a amazing journey, because I got something different out of life, I lost a mother, but in a way, I became a real life TOM HAGEN. In the movie the Godfather, there is that scene when there at the wedding, and Diane Keaton ask Al Pacino why his brother has a different name, he answered that Sonny had met him on the street, and he brought him home, and he's been family ever since, a tear always rolls down my face, not because I wanted to get adopted by a crime family, but because, alot of people brought me home, which in turn isn't a mothers love, but it brings a different type of warmth.
         The warmth I got from different people, always gave me the strength to never give up, even today its important for me to let anyone who touched me in those 30 years know when something good is happening in my life, because there magic helped me along the way, and for years I was fucking crazy, and alot, I mean alot of people hung by me.
         Its funny how I never really looked at my January as the start of a New Year, to measure what I did and what I haven't done, its always been November, I still remember the 10 year anniversary, I was locked up, the 20 year anniversary, I was in L.A. fighting for my life, trying to get on stage and in a fucking movie, and now at the 30 year mark, I feel at peace for the first time in a long time.
          I feel that her death wasn't a disappointment anymore, but a eye opening experience which in turn made me who I am, I'm not rich, or a international money mogul. I'm just happy, and happy the way things turned out, but most important, I'm proud of the gift I was givin, which was friendship, I have no blood, but I got family, isn't that fucked up, some people have a blood family but in reality, don't have nothing, they don't even communicate with them, food for thought on a Monday, or maybe I smoked a little to much.
         Everything has a silver lining I guess, but its November, and I'm ready to change some more, thanks for reading, and I'm sorry I was late, between the time change and staying out late last night, EDDIE BRAVO AND COMPELLA WERE GREAT LAST NIGHT AT THE VIPER ROOM