Based On My True Story

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What up! What up! What up my peeps! Today is Tuesday September 4, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two month and seventeen days or rather yet, seventy-seven days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

Back in 1992 an excellent film came out in theaters. The film was “Juice” and it touches on the lives of four black youths growing up in Harlem. Just in case you didn’t know, the film was Tupac Shakur‘s acting debut. The reason why I like the film so much is, because I can relate to it in so many ways. Why? You see, back in the eighties, when I was a teenager, I used to hangout at the park, get high on weed, get drunk on forties, go to the record shop and throw house parties with a group of friends from Da Hood. As the years went by, everybody started doing their own thing. I was a DJ and was offered a job at a downtown Manhattan club, which I turned down, because mixing music for me has never been about fame and money. Some of my friends ended up in prison for different crimes. But there was one, that just like in the film, he shot and killed another member of our group because of a drug spot dispute that they had going on for a while. The year was 1990, the victim was 19-year-old Mario De La Cruz and the shooter was Pedro Jimenez, you can read about his 2018 arrest here. I have to say, that looking back, I am very lucky to have listened to my mother’s advises about my friends and to have met the woman who helped me turn my life around and who was to become my future wife and mother of my children. The reality of it all is, that I’m glad, that in the end, my life didn’t turn out anything like the film. I am really happy and pleased, how my life turned out.

As for my loyal five to ten readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

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First things first my homeboys and homegirls! Today is Saturday September 1, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and fourteen days or rather yet, a total of seventy-five days. As always, I feel like Tony the fucking tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On a people pleasing note! It’s really fucked up, how sometimes we try to be the best version of ourselves that we can possibly be, yet others keep looking at our flaws. From a very young age, I’ve always said, that if a family member or a friend was to ask for one-hundred favors from me, but I was only able to do ninety-nine of them, that person will never forgive me for just that one favor, that for whatever reason, I wasn’t able to do. The person will hate me and will probably bring our relationship to an end, just for that one favor… Forgetting about the other ninety-nine that I did do. I might be one of the nicest, most open-minded and understanding person that anyone can ever meet. But you have to keep in mind, that in this crazy and insane post of mine, I never said that I was perfect, because I will never be. As a son, brother, uncle, husband, father, dog owner, friend, neighbor, co-worker and fellow human, I just try to be the best version of me, that I can ever be. I’ll just leave you with this well-known quote. “You can please some of the people all of the time, you can please all of the people some of the time, but you can’t please all the people all of the time”.

As for my loyal five to ten readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

I’d Rather Be Alone

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About a week ago, an older gentleman, neighbor and also friend of ours, had a mini stroke while playing dominoes with friends in front of our building. When my wife saw him passing out, she was able to act fast and get a hold of him, before he hit the ground. I wasn’t there, but my wife told me, that there were many people around when it happened. When he came to, he stated that he just got dizzy and that there was nothing wrong with him. He was eventually taken to the emergency room, then he was admitted to the hospital for a couple of days and that’s when they found out about the mini stroke.

Then a couple of days ago, my wife told me, that the day that our friend had the mini stroke, someone took a picture of him while he was passed out and they were waiting for an ambulance to arrive, and texted it to his wife, who was on vacation in The Dominican Republic, stating that her husband was passed out drunk. Whoever did that, knows him and his wife pretty well, in order to have her cell phone number handy. I mean, I’ve known him for around thirty years, since I was dating my wife and yet I don’t even have his home phone number. The whole thing is, that some people might feel bad because I’m a loner, but the truth of the matter is, that if I’m not with my family and that includes my dog too, I’d rather be alone than in bad company. Hey look, being a loner is not bad at all, I really enjoy it because I have time to think and be creative.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

You Are Not Talking To Me? Good!

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First things first y’all! Today is Sunday August 12, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for one month and twenty-five days or rather yet, fifty-five days. As always, I feel like Tony the fucking tiger… GRRRRREAT! No anxiety, no depression, no hangover, no regrets… I mean nothing! I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

On a not talking to me note! Throughout my life, I’ve had many people who have stopped talking to me for some stupid reason or for no reason at all. Do you know what’s funny about that? That I never gave a fuck about it! The thing with me is, that I will never force anyone to be my friend or let alone, talk to me. As a matter of fact, if for whatever stupid reason a person stops talking to me, the way that I look at it is, that the person is actually doing me a big motherfucking favor. Why? Because that will be one less person, that will ask me for a favor. Yes, you read that right… since the person won’t talk to me, he/she won’t be able to ask me for a favor if they need me. The truth of the matter is, that I have bigger and more important problems to worry about in my life.. Like for example, when is the next time that I will be taking a shit? That right there, is more important to me, than worrying about why some dumb stupid asshole, doesn’t want to talk to me.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!