Fantasmo Gordo

KFC

2008-02-14T17:55:00.000-08:00

So like KC came into town and funked up our couch with her FILTHY AZZ!
Oh Kimberly...
We MISS YOU!!!
Y'dya have to leave soo soon
Screw LALA!

Here are her best looQs yet.

ESPECIALLY this one!

She inspires me!

She's MYSTERIOUS?!

I feel so comfortable around her.. One day my testes WILL be on her forehead!

Oh she can be moody..

She LOVES to boss me around, and tell me how to do "it"!

But no matter what... I love her so!
Miss u Chelexxx

You make me laugh!

FiN

FiN

Welcome to....

2008-01-29T22:52:00.000-08:00

THE WALL OF DISTURBING GENITILIA

NSFW!!!

Click if you dare...
This means you Lori!

CLICK ME

FiN

MEZMERISING!

2007-12-30T17:55:00.000-08:00

WOW!

I wish I had knockers like that...oh I do!

FiN

Trans fat tart.

2007-11-06T17:29:00.000-08:00

Whilst asleep a "man" dreams that he has become a housekeeper. Whilst doing her chores she finds a cache of hookers clothes and gives them a whirl......

IT'S THE MOST INTOXICATING 10MINUTES OF YOUR LIFE!

FiN

Storm Queens

2007-11-03T19:24:00.000-07:00

So...
We all went to Storm King art sculpture garden in Upstate NY!
Forrest & Emily & Ian & Chad & I.
We Zip car'd it through the scenic mountains, and had a lovely day.
Here are some highlights..

It's always bout the Babian!

Proud family on the nickel couch.

Who is more spidery?

We have clitty eyes..

Angly clitori?

I love this spooky pic of my sweet love noodle.

We were not too prepared for how cold it was. It was really hard to take pictures with frozen fingers..
There was so many sculptures to shoot, but we still had a great time walking around chit chattin & being silly and inappropriate...

There was soooo many better pieces...Why was this the only one I shot?

Lets go to BJ'S!! yayyyyyyy!!

Sucking it in.

Getting the myspace angles..

Momily being wild.

Mee too

We love Babian!

We really had a great time with our dear friends Fofo / Momily& Babian. We went to the Palisades mall, and did some Target shopping, and some mall trolling. WOW giant malls are soo creepy, but fun! Like me!

FiN

Wow Wow Wow

2007-10-30T20:04:00.000-07:00

I LOVE Bow wow wow..
I love them sooooo much. I wish I was in Bow wow wow.
I wish I was Annabella Lwin.
She was born Myint Myint Aye (Burmese for "high high cool", the name given to her by a Burmese priest) In 1980, at the age of thirteen, she successfully auditioned, after being spotted singing in a launderette by a friend of Malcolm McLaren's, as the lead singer for the newly formed band Bow Wow Wow and changed her name.

The innocence and the riffing!!

Louis Louis

Just for 1 second!

Werking the Ubunganese moves!

Don't hate

FiN

City Sliquerz

2007-10-22T11:34:00.001-07:00

What a great weekend we had, it started at a Q model party. I didn't bring my camera, and was kicking my self, cause there were some peeps I haven't seen in a while like Nic B and one of the sweetest dudes ever Mr JPG that's JP Gold.

Natalie fowarded me these pix:

Look at my Toupee

Then we went upstate, for a much needed getaway!

There was no electricity when we got there because of the rainstorm, but it still was
fun we chatted with a lot of candles. The power came back on in the morning.

>

Chad woke up early on this glorious day and made us all apple pancakes. mmm

and made pancake face

Neckface in da house!

So of course Natalie had Chad do some decorative pruning..

Miss Vaughn Oliver doing her own 4AD looq.

Nice right?

The lovely drive through the dramamine turns...

We stopped to pose at Camp Crystal Lake.

Me at the Dolla stor..

That thing in the basement is not my mother!

Spice cupcake time!

Horsing around.

Something happened.. Too complex to explain, but it involved a violent boring mushroom tripper.

So we arrived..

we sussed out the sitch

ouch!

THE CULPRIT

Now in a nice deep bassy tone belt out B-O-R-I-N-G!!!!

As always we had a real nice relaxing time, what was intended.

And to our lovely generous host Natalie. Thanks you!

FiN

Middle Aged TOP 10

2007-09-10T15:18:00.000-07:00

These are my Top 10 songs of all time at this point in my life.

10 1/2/ LCD Soundsystem
Someone Great
Its a modern classic!

10/ P.I.L.
Public Image
Flowers of Romance
This is not a Love Song
Three way tie!!!
All PIL is great but I need him/them..THESE on my list...

9/ Siouxsie and the Banshees
Hong Kong Garden
The first time I heard Siouxsie I fell in LOVE!.. this was the first..

8/ DEVO
Beautiful World
Its just one of my all time favorites. I was a hopeful 16 year old.

7/ The Human League
Open Your Heart.
I love this album!! this song!! This GROUP!!!

6/ Soft Cell
Bedsitter
I was obsessed as a young homosexual... For some reason I really related to this song?

5/ Spandau Ballet
Gold
I can't explain.. it was a very nice time in my life. Great shower song!

4/The Cure
A Forest
I was such a Cure FIEND... I still love them and This is my Favorite Cure song!

3/This Mortail Coil
Song To The Siren
It's such a beautiful song. It made me realize I was gay because when I first heard it I started to cry!

2/Duran Duran
The Chauffeur
Everything about this song I Love. I was very impressionable boy when I first heard it and I'm still impressed!

1/ Blondie
Atomic
This song meant everything to me... It kinda still does.. DiscoRock at its best! I wanted to look like her at the age of 15!

Some will mock some will roll thier eyes..

FiN

Tymes

2007-09-10T13:32:00.000-07:00

Weekend whoops

Forrest, Ian, Chad and I ventured to Coney Island for the last remaining weekend..

Look at the Freaks

So Cool!!

Moments of Babian

Just Because

Chad's magic 3d camera

My magic look?

This picture is taboooo

A lovely time was had

FiN

PLEASE.. Do this...

2007-06-15T07:03:00.000-07:00

Hit the poo button!!

3 times please!!

PUSH IT!!

FiN

Suspiria Redux

2007-05-21T20:53:00.000-07:00

"First Sun has acquired the rights to remake Dario Argento's classic 1977 horror movie "Suspiria" an plan to remake it as an English-language film.

WHY!!

"'Suspiria' has a unique style that we want to reinvent for today's generation. We intend to create a concept that will encompass cinema, videogames, fashion and music and that revives the original for those who did not experience it. The Gothic resurgence is very strong around the world at the moment ... and we feel that a new version of 'Suspiria' will fit very well" said 'Sun' co-founder and director Luca Guadagnino ("Melissa P.") at a press conference in Cannes yesterday.

Guadagnino added that he is seeking an international director not necessarily associated with the horror genre. First Sun is also in talks with writer Scott Heim ("Mysterious Skin") and David Gordon Green to adapt, and production is slated to begin next year.

The original refurbished Italian-language version of the film is set to screen today at Cannes in honor of the 30th anniversary of its release."

So sure, I love David Gordon Green and Scott Heim's Mysterious Skin is a wonderful book (and was turned into a first-rate film), but just... why? Why? Why??? I don't understand! Suspiria is such a product of a specific time and type of filmmaking.

And it's in English! Granted it's dubbed, in that delightfully cheesy way all these Giallo films were back then, and the news at the end of the article there that a refurbished Italian-language version will be released for its 30th Anniversary is a toe-curler, but the only way I've ever seen and enjoyed it was in its dubbed version and... just... why? I can't spit out anything but that one word. Why. Why. Why? I'm confounded. And that Luca Guadanino person's nonsensical rambling only made it worse. Hands off!
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Berta's 30

2007-04-22T16:55:00.000-07:00

My dear friend Roberta just had 30th B-day.. I met her when she was like 18. She get fiercer and lovelier as the years go..

When u get your drink on.. you need to absorb the poisons with yummy pizzass

You need to touch azz

This dude had great looks

WERK for yer pizzass

Another great look!!

Me & Roberta McGee
]

Don't ask..

That's Chips

Darren knew Chip's but didn't know!!

Berta's hormone rage!

Happy Birthday MAMA!!

FiN

Brilliant

2007-04-18T21:26:00.001-07:00

This is a big to do in the UK

Wass up!?!

FiN

Strange... Surreal... Nightmarish.......

2007-04-13T20:39:00.000-07:00

Hellbound: Hellraiser II (1988)
Its one of my favorite ALL TIME movies.. REALLY!!
It reared its anticipated head a year after the first installment, and it is a direct sequel featuring three of the four members of the Cotton clan. It’s a mildly worthy, even if often misguided continuation of the story. As claustrophobic as the first movie is, Hellbound attempts the opposite by opening the story up with bigger effects and a larger playing field, all in the dimension of the Cenobites - a world that seems to indicate M.C. Escher is behind all of this madness. (Like Jim Henson’s Labyrinth for easily amused adults. {Me})

Synopsis: Kirsty is hospitalized after the events of the first film. She is overseen by Dr. Channard and his assistant Kyle. Neither of the two doctors believes her story about demons and skinless uncles. But after hearing a phone conversation between a police inspector and Dr. Channard, Kyle gets curious. He follows Dr. Channard back to his house where he sees him bring Julia back from Hell! He goes back to warn Kirsty and they end up back at the doctor’s house. After Kirsty is knocked out, the scene changes to Tiffany, a patient at the hospital who is a puzzle master (lucky break). She solves the puzzle-box and releases the Cenobites once more. Kirsty and Tiffany find a way into Hell where she is determined to find her father. Unfortunately for her, Dr. Channard has also made it into Hell and is doing some “downsizing”. Now Tiffany and Kirsty must defeat the now Cenobite Dr. Channard, and escape Hell…alive.
Hellbound’s opening scenario echoes Frank’s first encounter with the Cenobites, only this time the man attempting to solve the puzzle is Elliott Spenser, a Captain in the British Army circa World War I. We do not know his reasons for doing so or even how he came to be in possession of the box. Upon its opening, tiny knives spring forth and slice a grid across his head, followed by tentacles hammering nails into the symmetrical pattern: The genesis of Pinhead. (More on the big guy later…)

GET THEM OFF ME!!!

The film’s most stimulating character is Dr. Channard (Kenneth Cranham of Rome), a psychiatrist obsessed with the Lament Configuration and the Cenobites. His interest is fueled by intellectual fascination and curiosity, as opposed to Frank’s pleasure seeking agenda from the first movie. One of his great lines - uttered after a hellish transformation to both his body and mind - “And to think, I hesitated”.

Frank himself returns in a scene that’s another Hellbound highlight: He’s reduced to spending eternity in a room full of beds on top of which lay naked, writhing female bodies covered in white sheets – only when the sheets are removed, the bodies disappear. When Kirsty begs him to reveal the whereabouts of her father, he offers up the classic “When you’re dead, you’re fuckin’ dead!” - which could be more of a key to understanding this world than the flippancy with which its delivered allows it to reveal.

Kirsty gets a message from daddy.... or uncle Frank?

Speaking of Kirsty’s father, Larry Cotton was to figure prominently in the film. Late in the game Andrew Robinson chose not to reprise the role, which led to some hasty rewrites. I’ve been unable to find precise details of “what might have been”, although one tidbit I found didn’t lead me to believe the film would have been much better if he had featured in the story. The movie eventually falls into a mish-mash of silly chases and popcorn science fiction and in the end fails to make much sense out of a series of promising setups. But even with its problems, nobody can ever accuse it of being boring, which leads me to...

The story was absolutely wonderful. Although not the first movie with a unique depiction of Hell, it is the only one that I know of to make Hell so damn confusing. But, it was very well done. I thought that the back-story on Pinhead was cool; making him a Captain in some type of armed forces…fits him well considering he was the leader of the Cenobites. I liked how they incorporated the fact that all of the Cenobites were human once, and that they decided to show us what they used to look like. I thought that that was an excellent idea. When you start using your imagination like this, a really great movie is the outcome. Somebody has been thinking.

FiN

Jesus Wept

2007-04-06T09:20:00.000-07:00

Hellraiser is one of THE greatest horrors movies ever made..
I've noticed that people either really like Hellraiser or they find the entire concept to be just this side of ridiculous.

It is a fantastic premise and one that pretty much discounts most spiritual and secular beliefs in lieu of creating its own explanations for the realms outside of human experience. It may be easier to view the Hellraiser concept as elaborate fantasy rather than to think of it as horror. No other series of films can prepare a viewer for Hellraiser because there isn’t another series anything like it…although I suspect writer/director Clive Barker used A Nightmare on Elm Street in his pitch.

Of the four films that played theatrically - Hellraiser, Hellbound: Hellraiser II, really only the first two merit serious attention.

The original remains the gold standard and in one sense it does rely on the tried and true: The most horrific concepts are often the most intimately staged. The bulk of Hellraiser takes place within the confines of an old house and revolves around four members of the Cotton family:

1. Frank Cotton (Sean Chapman, and later in the movie Oliver Smith), a hedonistic pleasure seeker with no conscience and even fewer morals.
2. Larry (Andrew Robinson, Dirty Harry’s Scorpio Killer), Frank’s square of an older brother.
3. Julia (Clare Higgins), Larry’s ice-cold wife and Frank’s ex-lover.
4. Kirsty (Ashley Laurence), the college-age daughter of Larry, niece of Frank and stepdaughter of Julia, who inadvertently gets caught up in and nearly pays for the sins of the adults – although the concept of sin in the world of Hellraiser is a dubious prospect at best.

When Frank Cotton discovers the puzzle box (or the Lament Configuration, as it later came to be known), he believes it to be the key to ultimate pleasure. Upon solving it, he discovers it’s more of a key to dimensions outside the earthly realm: Areas inhabited by beings known as Cenobites. Cenobites, in the words of their leader Pinhead (Doug Bradley), are “Explorers in the further regions of experience. Demons to some. Angels to others”. They subject Frank to all manner of gruesomeness, resulting in his eventual death…or so it would seem.

Some time later, Larry and Julia move into the house he owns with brother Frank – the same house in which Frank solved the puzzle and died in. A minor accident leads to Larry spilling some blood in the attic – blood that Frank absorbs and uses to somehow bring himself back from the dead, although it’s unclear exactly how this works. Was Frank ever really dead or was he existing in a dimension between life and death? Frank’s words “I escaped them [the Cenobites]!” give little explanation. In writer/director Clive Barker’s imagination, it seems the point of the goings-on is the exploration of the unknown and answers aren’t always given. Again, in order to accept this world you must play by its frequently bizarre and inconsistent rules.

It doesn’t take long for Frank to reintroduce Julia to his sadomasochism, and in order to become fully human again (at least in appearance) he needs the blood - and eventually the skin - of more people. She begrudgingly agrees to pick up strangers on the street and lure them back to the attic with promises of sex. Needless to say the promises aren’t kept and the men end up fueling the rebirth of Frank Cotton, an act which may have fatal consequences for Larry, Kirsty and even Julia herself.

It's interesting to note that the differences between the film and Barker's novella on which it's based, The Hellbound Heart, are fairly minor. Probably the most noteworthy is that Kirsty is not Larry Cotton's daughter, but rather a female friend who's carried the torch for him for many years. The text is also able to more clearly explore the pleasure/pain angle through detailed descriptions of Frank's experiences with the Cenobites. If the film wasn't such a spot-on adaptation in other respects, it might be an ideal candidate for remaking at some point in the future.

The film is squarely rooted in the human concept of the blurred lines between pleasure and pain - something that's perhaps also symbolized through the family - but with each sequel the series got further and further away from the idea. This is noteworthy, as I don’t believe the first movie said all there was to be said on what’s Frankly - sorry…couldn’t resist - a fascinating idea.

Stay tuned for Hellbound : Hellraiser 2. Plus more of my favorite horror movies..
FiN

Coq & Vin

2007-03-18T17:21:00.000-07:00

So like
Michael and KC came over and wildness occured!

We all drank wine and got highs, then we ate roasted chicken w/garlic and rosemary, roasted veggies and millet...

We shared intimate secrets and alot of pelvic touching..

Magik sometime happens...

We took alot of pictures like this.

That'a a happy chips in the kitch..

My pic of KC's pic of the veggies!

There was eye licking..

There was fauxing...

They always have Betty Davis eyes.

Something sweet and funny.

C'neon

I really don't know?

There is alot of "good face" in this pic.

Here too...

Then there was the attack of the Barbara's

What a mess it was..

What a scene!!

It turned out twisted in the end..but fun!

Lights of Chelese

Those are looks!!

KC let out one of her infamous Colorado cheer..

Luz de teta!

Hi were high!

One of the prettiest moments of the night.

And this was the feircest..

Yeah it was wild
Yeah it was silly

And that's the way its got to be.

FiN

Funzo!

2007-03-08T19:01:00.000-08:00

Want to have a good time?

Play Granny or Tranny HERE

Makeover Heaven HERE

Celeb Spunk a thon HERE

I farted HERE

Gash or Tash HERE

WHOA!

Inspirational!!

I know alot of girls who shop here... Right KC and Lori?!?!?

That was fun RIGHT?

FiN

The Newest Breakthrough in Terror?

2007-02-13T19:57:00.000-08:00

FiN?

5-methoxy-N,N-dimethyltryptamine

2007-02-03T20:19:00.000-08:00

What the hell is that?

Never has there ever been such an experience in my life..
I'm getting goose flesh writing about this.
So!

Summer 1980...The Ziegfeld theatre..seedy NYC...
The movie Altered States..
My cousin Fred and I check out this hyped up special effects movie, and as a kid I wanted to go through the experience Dr Jessup had in the movie.

25 years later I did!

I have been looking online for a while on how to obtain this DMT, I kept on seeing the term "analog research chemicals" so I looked further...
The first site I came across was called "RAC Research Chemicals" (now debunked) so I saw that they had a variety of like 20
different "research Chemicals". In the assortment was DMT or at least the analog version of DMT.. I had to set some. It was too easy. I looked them up in the Better Business Bureau and there was a phone number.. IT WAS 718 !!!.
So I called
And I spoke to the coolest lady in the Bronx who assured me that her "chemicals" were real and would do the trick..
She live a couple of subway stops from me..

TOO CONVENIENT..

FATE!!
T'was meant to be

So I finally meet up and there she was the loveliest 50 something lesbian in a black BMW so warm so awesome.. Someone you immediately want to know and be friends with..
We chatted happily for a while in her BMW blasting some sweet cheezy Dream Trance...
I got the Variety pack..
3 different "Research Chemmy's"
I got my 5 meO DMT...

I did it!

I'll let Chad tell his side first, and after his I'll tell you what I "saw".

Here's how I remember Paul's DMT experience.
Forrest was staying with us when he first moved to NYC and we really clicked as a group, hanging out most nights in the apt. that fall. Somehow we all got fascinated with "research chemicals" – drugs we'd never heard of or tried. We weren't taking them yet, just looking into them. We would all be online at separate computers in our dining room/living room looking up all kinds of psychedelics. Paul had known about this drug called DMT and told us about it.It sounded great. Smoked, it put someone in an immediate intense hallucinogenic high that would just disappear after 3 or 4 minutes. The user would be
limp during the trip so people didn't jump out windows or anything. It's naturally occurring in the brain and very hard or impossible to overdose on. We found all kinds of sites about it, with detailed trip reports and dosage advice. It sounded really extreme and scary but pretty safe from bad trips. The trips had common recurring, and beautiful, visual hallucinations that different users would experience. We became determined. It was understood that Paul would be first. It was his baby. We all wanted to do it (I shouldn't speak for Forrest) but Paul thought of it. Paul found a source. We'd read that it was delicate to light and could be wasted if it got too close to flame. We went crack pipe shopping, and eventually Paul and Forrest figured out how to rig straws to a pipe to make just the right burning mechanism. So then, after obsessing for a couple weeks, suddenly we were ready! Then it was nerve-wracking. Paul's friend Lynn from Florida was staying with us that week. Lynn was great. So easy to get along with that I could ask her to pierce me - she's a piercer – and she did (geesh) and that was that. No weirdness. She wasn't so jacked about watching Paul try this, but she hung out bravely and I appreciated it. EVERYTHING we'd read said this was safe. No overdoses, no scarring bad trips, intense for 3-4minutes then over. But we were nervous. Paul sat next to me on the couch, Forrest stood next to us, and Lynn was watching from the dining room. He took a hit and breathed it out and in about 3 seconds his eyes changed. He was distant, off, then starting to see something that wasn't there. Looking past me he said nervously "Oh baby, this might be too much" then started saying "BABY!" over and over. Almost a chant but emotional. He was pretty scared and working to stay calm. "BABY!" "BABY" got louder and louder "BAAAABEEEE" "BAAAAABEEEEEE". I was Baby. Paul was calling for me but I didn't know how to help him. It was awful. I kept telling him it was OK and he could just relax and watch, and blah blah bullshit because I was really freaked. His voice had a weird feral tone that I'd never heard. I kept yammering to try to calm him while I was twisting my head to see the clock on the DVD player, praying 3 minutes would fly by. At some point he said in a shrill call, sounding amazed and sort of skeptical, "WHAT?!" What IS this?" After about one minute he started to quiet down. The chanting slowed and he sagged back on the couch and starting vaguely touching me. He started pulling at my neck. Not rough, but it was freaky. Forrest and I exchanged a raised-eyebrow glance but I was able to lay his arms down. Forrest walked across the room to Lynn. The wooden floor creaked. Paul didn't seem to notice, but that sound still reminds him of his trip (it was 2 years ago). Lynn and Forrest looked freaked out. Paul melted more into the couch, quiet and breathing nice and deep, then smiling. Face up, big grin. "Mmm……………clickish" he said. He was breathing slowly, his heart seemed OK, he was clearly happy. We were all relieved. He napped there for a few minutes, then slowly woke up. His eyes readjusted to the world and his face kept making little "oh yeah"s as he looked around. He stretched. We got him water, asked if he was OK, did he know where he
was? He nodded back to everything and in seconds was getting sharper. We all looked at each other and almost sort of wanted to laugh, but us spectators were pretty rattled and Paul was pretty fuzzy. His whole trip and nap lasted about 15 minutes and he was back, wide awake. His memory of the trip was vague at first but in an hour he'd pretty much remembered everything he was ever going to. He didn't remember being scared. He didn't remember much specifically. He had no incredible, detailed tales to tempt us with. Forrest and I had seen a lot on our end and it was a little harder to go through on our trips. Forrest smoked a light dose and got a little buzzy for three minutes. I had less success, somehow just too nervous to inhale it right. I couldn't quite get myself to do it. Even as he's totally fine now and even wants to do it again, I don't know if I'll ever get that jones again.

Ready for my "TRYP"

OK so I'm ready to do this...
On my comfy couch, in my comfiest PJ's and slippers, mood lighting, makeshift crack pipe loaded with an accurate dose of "nirvana" (5 meO DMT)
Chad is beside me, Forrest is holding my pipe up and igniting it to accurate specifications...

I inhale like a pro

I let out this mega cloud of sweet smelling burnt plastic

Then..

BAM

The loudest whirl buzz / jet plane engine noise ever heard..
As if I was being transported/teleported to dimensions of the unknown.

I was thrusted toward COLORS..

Colors never seen before by any human..
Florescent metallic pastel shades of the rainbow that cannot be explained, all in a beautiful geometric pattern morphing in the horizon before my eyes..

It was soo unreal I felt as if I was traveling.. moving.. toward this metallic color spectrum.. It was very scary because it was all too real.

It really felt like an experience, a physical experience..

Then darkness and silence and a cool temperature as if I had arrived somewhere and waking up with consciousness quickly coming to realization...

Then I hear it
the clicking..
sort of a form of Frou Frou, a clicky melodic tune was playing so delicately like a concert at the Louvre late 1700's.

The picture was coming clear as if the thinnest membrane of fog was disintegrating before my eyes.

The picture was crystal clear..

A Ballroom.
A dark geometric Harlequin Ballroom..
A dark geometric Harlequin Ballroom IN OUTER SPACE...

I see these GIGANTIC elaborate Chandeliers hanging from nowhere resonating the melodies I am hearing from the most delicate swaying.
I was magical
More magical are the creatures emerging on this Ballroom in outer space, observing me observing them.
These humanoids dressed in elaborate Victorian / Harlequin outfits with asymmetrical flesh protruding through these costumes of the finest treads of the universe.
Triangle flesh faces, and real cone breasts, with Rhombus rippling legs and killer ballroom Victorian dance moves.
I felt as if I was a puppy or a kitten let loose in a club and everyone is smiling and pointing at me as if I was a welcomed unexpected visitor.
I felt special and soo loved, then I was escorted into a huddle of these Harlequiny beings, and I remembered them talking to me...
Making me emotional.
Sharing the most special secrets of the universe..
Mind blowing knowledge that I was not able to mentally handle.
The knowledge was beautiful
Knowing it was an honor!

Then things started to disappear as if it all were layers in a photoshop file.

I hear the clix slowly fading.
That beautiful melody fazing out to the universe.

SSQQUUEEEEEEEEKKKKKKK!!
QQQUUUUUEEEEEKKKKKKK!!

That's the sound that brought me back, which was the sound of Forrest walking across the hardwood floors making one of the boards squeak..

I was a pleasant reminder of reality..

I fell into a deep deeeep nap

When I came around a half hour later I remember saying "was that real"

WAS IT!?

I feel as if it was a unique experience, nothing like a trip with LSD. I really feel that I was transported to a place, another dimension, I feel as if I bent space like a character in a graphic novel...

Crazy?... Maybe.

But I know that I really had a privileged opportunity to know that there really is more "out there"

That experience with DMT changed my life, messed with my mind, and haunted me for months. In a form of the greatest learning experience ever.

I think that I am not afraid to face death when it comes, because I know that something wonderful happens.

Somewhere hiding in my mind are the secrets of the universe.

I still feel fortunate, and when I hear a floor creek at all comes back to me...
That's the sound of the universe..
Silent Creeks....

I'm slowly building up to my next tryp...

Whoa!

FiN

Slave to the Leibovitz

2007-01-26T17:24:00.000-08:00

While working as a freelance prop stylist during the summer of 2002 I met this really cool "art buyer" (hires talent-photographers, models, stylists, illustrators-and collaborate with art directors to create print ads promoting anything from cereal to toothpaste to cars). This "art buyer" was also running Annie Leibovitz photo studio, so we both hit it off because I was working part time at a still life studio. This very cool art buyer / photo studio manager suggested that I "try out" for the coveted job as Annie Leibovitz "personal (ass)istant" so I did!

WHOA!!!

So I interviewed..
That went really well.. She came in (Annie), and I was a bit nervous, but she soon made me feel comfortable...
Annie asked me if I'd be interested in the job..
I said yes!
It felt great!
Everything seemed fine..
So during my first day of work I was to begin training with her old (ass)istant (who was leaving to pursue a career as Opera singer!?). What a mess the boy was, this Opera twink who would sometimes sing to me the daily routines in Annie's life and the woes in his crossover from personal (ass)istant to Opera singer. "I'll miss the perks and the parties" said in a zappy queen raspy tone. The job seemed easy, almost like a styling job, getting her clothes, arranging a driver to pick her and Susan up, talking to the nanny, etc. I love doing that stuff!! Annie was always asking me what shirt I was wearing or what sneakers I was rocking because we're the SAME size! Same frame, same height, and same shoe size (I'm a 13!) HELLO!. So anyway everyone who worked at the studio was real nice and I eventually noticed how everyone KISSED / LICKED her ass. During the second day of training with the Opera Queen I was snatched and whisked away by Annie to help out in the kitchen to help prep a party Annie was throwing for her daughter's Sarah 1st birthday party. I was SHOCKED at the food they were prepping for 20 kids and 20 adults: nothing for the kids. I asked the chef (big fat LEZ) (who insisted that I wear a proper chefs outfit, which she had a stockpile of..including the cap!)
the chef seemed to get pissed at me because I could not chop fast enough or in the style she's used to..I'm not a chef! She also got really mad when I questioned the food for the kids..all younger than 5. She was making the same foods for the kids and the adults such as these huge hard Muffoletta sandwiches, huge lobster ravioli, shaved fennel salad, peach and mango chutney and other DELICIOUS yet un-kid-friendly. I think the chef told Annie this because for the rest of the afternoon Annie was glaring at me with such intensity. So there I was shredding fennel and killing fresh lobster feeling so guilty and ashamed as if I said the worse thing on the planet.
Annie asked if I could come in that Saturday to help out for Sarah's first birthday party, so I gladly obliged. What a party for a 1 year old baby. When it came to her daughter there was no expense... hundreds of pink and blue balloons, tons of really cool grab bags stuffed with great toys and treats.. even grab bags for the adults filled with cosmetics and nonsense goodies (i love that shit). Annie hired Dan Zanes to do the music, which was the only good thing for the kids.. Dan Zanes and his band mates were really cool, a bunch of kooky hip hippies. So everyone arrives and I was instructed by Annie to "stand guard" in the back and make sure everything was running smoothly. So out comes the food, giant crusty delicious Muffoletta, lobster ravioli with a pesto-y cream (mmmmm) the salads, and a chicken curry type of dish. The adults were eating away and I think wondering where the kiddie food was... There was none.. Annie was realizing that the kids were not responding well to the adult dishes.. HA HA HA TOLD YOU SO!! So Lezbowitz comes charging at me to go run upstairs and order a bunch of pizzas for the kid and to have them RUSHED. I was frazzled, she was frazzled and she was sooo fuckin nasty barking these orders at me. When I asked her on how I should pay for this she.. almost yelling... "didn't so&so give you my information" "go get" "where is it" screaming!! I was internally FREAKING OUT!! I didn't know what to do.. So she THROWS a Black AMEX card. I was like what the hell is this thing of beauty... I got goose bumps holding it..it felt different.. almost airy like. I was in a strange confused place for like 3 seconds, but all I heard was Lezbowitz demanding that I immediately give her back the card... nooooo I'm going to run off with Annie Lezbowitz Amex Centurion card and buy some Heatherette and McQueen...
I got the pizzas there within a half of an hour and the kids AND parents were ecstatic..
Annie thanked me afterwards and asked if I could stay longer to help break down after everyone left.
I did..
A few people remained, a lot of grab bags (kid and adults) and hundreds of balloons were lingering too. Annie and her big ass enviormental sister and some close friends and the chef were lounging around thinking of how they could dispose of all these balloons. I had the nerve to suggest something...
I had suggested that they bring the remaining kids outside and let all the balloons go.. all kids love that.. right?..

Silence

"that's disgusting" Lezbowitz's gnarly sister said...
"do you now how many birds can die from that"

Once again I was dying on the inside.
Annie was giving me that glare again, that "chef" was nodding her head in disbelief..

WHAT!!
What did I do wrong!!!????

That amazing photographer / HAG was TRIPPING !

The cool art buyer called me on Sunday to say that "its not going to work out"
she did make sure I got a double rate for 4 days of torture.. $2000.00.. not bad.. for a hellacious and weird learning experience..
Check came in 2 days..
That was nice too...

Freggin Butana!

Read this Shite

Fin

Queen of Grunge

2007-01-25T09:04:00.000-08:00

Yes...
That is what my BFF Lori was, and kind of still is...

Lori and Pearl Jam

I know that made her year.. her millennium...

Oh Lorian!

Miles

2007-01-22T17:06:00.000-08:00

This is Miles Diego.

1st son of Angelica and Robert.

He's not afraid to rock his Ramones tee and his mamas Beatle boots.

Not only is his cuteness EXTREME!, but he's such a smart kid.
His voice has the most perfect scratch that I hope will never clear up.
Ang and Rob have another lovely child, their daughter Gianna Paz, what a beautiful girl she's going to be!

I'm going to publish all my friends kid's cause they are ALL so freggin cute!

Poo Tube Musts

2007-01-21T13:21:00.000-08:00

Here are some must see's

Poupee De Son

Is this real?

Starship Troupers

Vultrasity

New Wave Atrocities

Gilda is a genius

I love Claire

Meow Meow Meow

Amazing performance

A Vanity attempt

Sex Over the Phone?

Oh Olivia

Limburger

New Wave Theater

Supernature

How much love?

Wow

Silver Spoon

The Sandovals

2007-01-21T11:17:00.003-08:00

These are the Sandovals.
I've known them for like 12 years, and I love them more each passing year...
Arturo, Melody and Lolita.
They are the most awesome people alive!
Arturo is the son of Arturo Sandoval, world famous trumpet player, who has an incredible story as well.
I met these walking gems during the first days of the opening of AREA 51. They walked in sooo in love, and their intoxicatingly addictive personality's has not left me since that day. Arturo (Turi) is a genius..really a self taught artist extrodaniare, and a amazing one at that! I / we always trying to scam a scrap of his geniousity, he always gives in to my groveling! Turi and Melody and Sam started FriendsWithYou
a great collective of toys, art, installationism, with a lot more in the mixxx. I'm so impressed by his / their hard work..Its very inspirational. From the incredibly cool Hotel Fox permanent room to the intelligentlly cute playground Rainbow Alley at Aventura Mall (my favorite mall!) to the cooly curated "Skywalker's Parade" for Art Basel @ Maimi Beach. I'm so proud of what they have achieved, and were all looking foward to what is in store for their future.
Señora Melody what a lady, its rare to meet someony who gets "IT". I love a friend in were you can just read their eyes from what's going on in a strange situation by glancing over and grinning at each other... So warm and caring, and always makes us feel right at home. Melody manages Arturo Sandoval and is a multi tasking mama. Give us some gossip TV, a comfy bed, a sweet Lolita, a cuddly Gordi, and multiple glasses of wine, and were fine! sooo fine...
I am so happy to have these units of fraterization in my life!

Fine people they be.

Fin

"The stand" "in the attic"

2007-01-19T19:43:00.000-08:00

In the Summer of 1979 I begged and begged not to get shipped to the D.R. I made a deal to work at the factory 3 days a week and maintain the pool and "police" (as my dad put it) the grounds. I spent Thursdays and Fridays reading in my bedroom during that hot summer, I was 13... My reading books of choice were Steven King - The Stand, and V.C. Andrews - Flowers In The Attic (so controversial). My mom was so concerned that I was reading such "spooky books" (as she put it), and she convinced my dad to take measures...

Measures!!

I was soo enthralled in these books they were my life that summer. I read each book twice, and that infuriated Gigi! I'd rush home on my bike every workday, jump in the pool, and chill in the mosquito net gazebo reading. On my days off I'd wake up late and hang out in my AC'ed room reading all day..
One day these kids from down the block (whom I didn't relate with) come barging into my Shangri-La...
"Hey Paul want to come outside and play some ball"

Play some ball?
Since when did I come out and play ball?

Then I see my dad looming outside...
He PAID these kids to come in and lure me out of my room to play...
I was embarrassed
so embarrassed...
and he knew.

I saw him paying the 3 boys 10 bux each..
I stood there.
We all looked at each other uncomfortably...
the kids, me, my dad, me, dad, the kids,dad, me...
and the kids ran off...
running to buy baseball cards...

We never mentioned anything...

Those were the "Measures"

I was left to read all summer...it was paradise.
Chris, Cathy, Carrie and Cory with Stu, Frannie, Randall and Mother Abigail Freemantle.

Freekdom begins..

I had the weirdest growth spurt that summer... it was soo painful.
I'll never forget it...
We went out to dinner one night and I instantly got sick. I had to lay my head down on the table, and my parents were mortified. I really was THAT sick.. instantaneously!
They reluctantly left..
By the time we got home I had like a 103 degree fever. I was BOILING, and so freaked that I stripped naked in front of my parents (new pubes and all) because I was that uncomfortable. They started to panic, they saw it was real, I was hallucinating, it was soo weird. The called in the doctor that lived down the block, and he put me in a freezing cold bathtub. THAT WAS THE WORST!!!
I was screaming.
Gigi quickly turned on her old mommy ways, and things started to get better.
I was in bed for like a week, I had fever for like 2 days, and the most painful backache for days.
When I recovered people who saw me FREAKED.. I like grew 3 inches in a week... REALLY!
I even noticed it..
My brother couldn't believe I was that much taller than he was, he sort of made a scene. I felt powerful. People started to treat me different. I was quoting nonsense from my summer books, and I was getting props!

I guess that was the year when the burried freak came out...
Thanks Steven & V.C.

Fin

Lez images séparent deuxxx

2007-01-19T19:03:00.000-08:00

Here are some images of loved fraternization units.

I miss MONTY!!

The lovely JH A.K.A Lentil L...

Richard drove, and was deep, and wants 15%..

Yzzy or Jody Watley you decide..

Hey Ange... remember Elke!!

Roven!

Namiko and I peddeled the best breaks in da business!

Flo & Yo... Roven!

Forrest and Andy Summers of ANDREW ANDREW playing pogs.. we were all tweens!!

Joe B Gothic Guinny.

Bio're B 4 da wedding!

The Burning Brides of the Monteleon.

Classic Sissys.

Jacked up newleyweds..

Gigi in the early 90's rockin to HOLE in the parking lot of Bloomingdales at Aventura Mall in North Miami Beach.

Marissa B back in the day..

I LOVE this person. Turi!..thee most dirtiest hooker ever...

Rave VS Grunge---- WHO WON?

LORI!! can u believe this pic!!!

Remember that old sitcom "Trendy and the Junkie"

The last time I saw my sister...
and the grim reaper.

This is how I remember my sister Judy.

FIN

Drag Pitt!

2007-01-19T12:40:00.000-08:00

I LOVE!! this story!!!

Pimp 'king' in Rikers rumble

BY GEORGE RUSH
DAILY NEWS COLUMNIST

Self-proclaimed "King of All Pimps" Jason Itzler was humbled Saturday when a transsexual Rikers Island inmate known as "Angelina Jolie" sent him to the hospital.

HELLO!!!

Itzler, who is behind bars for reigning over a score of high-priced beauties at Manhattan's New York Confidential escort service, clashed at Rikers with Sharron Walker, 29, a full-breasted man who goes by the name of the pouty beauty.

"[Walker] tried to punch me, so I grabbed her in a bear hug," Itzler told the Daily News. "She took two fingers and stuck them deep into my eyes."

Itzler, 39, alleged an unnamed correction officer "let her punch me in the face eight or 10 times. He ... let her kick me in the head till I was out cold."

Itzler was taken to Elmhurst Hospital Center in Queens, where he said a CAT scan found "severe brain trauma."

A Correction spokesman, who confirmed the altercation, said Itzler had "superficial cuts and bruises around the face."

Itzler said the melee started when the guard refused to let him see a newspaper story about himself.

"Angelina was on the phone," he said. "She walked up to me and said, 'If you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to break your face.' Even though she has a penis, she looks like a woman. I've never hit a woman in my life."

Meanwhile, Itzler's former lawyer, Paul Bergrin, 51, yesterday pleaded not guilty in Manhattan Supreme Court to charges of promoting prostitution, conspiracy and money laundering.

Assistant District Attorney Linda Ford alleged Bergrin, a former federal prosecutor, brought law enforcement friends to Itzler's brothel for freebies. Bail was set at $1million.

Recognition!

2007-01-19T12:26:00.001-08:00

Can you hear it?

Peoples

2007-01-19T08:13:00.000-08:00

I LURVE when I meet awesome people! Don't we all..
My new favorite peeps are JP and Natalie from Q Modeling Agency. The first time I met them was for a casting at their offices, and they graciously took us out to lunch. We bonded at lunch talking all things 80's, its hard to meet people who can keep up with you when talking 80's obscura. Well there's one other person besides Chad
and that's AG.. So Last night Natalie & JP invite me for dinner at The Maritime Hotel at the restaurant La Bottega What a lovely poofy hangout! Everyone in the NYC fishbowl celebrity scene was there.. The doordude to this club...the mega stylist of all national commercials...young beautiful up and coming deejays... and well us! We had a such a ball, and the 3 hours just flew..........
I just had to share. Times like these puts my faith back into people.

More family DRAMA coming soon!

Fin

Witch Pic

2007-01-16T19:26:00.000-08:00

I found a rare picture of Mel and my dad.
Its a pic of them visiting my store Area 51.

LOOK AT THAT MOUTH!!!
If you see her, slap her and shit in her mouth.
Thanks

Fate redux

2007-01-16T12:38:00.000-08:00

I happened again!
What are the freggin chances!
IN NYC!!!

I had to pick up some (overpriced) paper at 23rd st area, so I hop on the F train from work 42nd to 23rd. I walk in, I sit, I look up in this empty subway car, no more than 4 people...
In front of me.
There she was!
SITTING IN FRONT OF ME!!!
MEL COLOMBO
The wickedest cunt in the world!

I couldn't believe it... CAN YOU?

I took a second to swallow that stress ball in my throat, and I approached her. I approached her gently, and sat right next to her. In a voice that was as friendly as I could be I ask her "Melanie.. I just want to ask you for one thing.. can I please have some memorabilia from my father..some pictures..the films..the videos..just something"
She looks at me as if I am the most craziest person on the planet.
She says.. "you need to let go...your OBSESSED"
OBSESSED
OBSESSED
WHAT!

I BLEW UP
I was waiting to...
I had to...

I stood up and I felt the strangest surge go through me...
I started screaming at the top of my lungs..
"YOU MOTHERFUCKING UGLY CUNT" "YOU KILLED MY FATHER"

There was only like 2 other people sitting around our vicinity, and I said...
"EXCUSE ME EVERYONE"
a tourist woman reading her laminated subway map, grinning at me, and some 50 something NY'er reading the Times ignoring me...!
'THIS WOMAN THIS CUNTING WOMAN KILLED MY FATHER" "SHE RAN OFF WITH HIS FORTUNE AND DISAPPEARED" "SHE TORE MY FAMILY APART" " SHE'S A BLACK WIDOW'

My voice started to crack and hurt. The strangest thing happened as well.. I felt my penis disappear, it totally turtled, my man tube had retrieved into my body...
That never happens...

Still screaming, voice cracking, and soo conscious of my non existent penis, I continued...

"YOUR A BLACK WIDOW WHO KILLED ALL YOUR HUSBANDS" " YOU DIDN'T EVEN GO TO YOUR SONS FUNERAL BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID THAT IT MIGHT RUIN YOUR CHANCE OF INHERITING EVERYTHING" " YOU PLATYPUS SUCK PIG"

She stood up and just turned away rolling her eyes...

By this time we arrived at 23rd st... doors opened, and my final comment was..
"GO GET ANOTHER FACE LIFT.. YOU NEED IT!"

I got off too...
SOO adrenalized and disoriented...

I saw her in the distance sprinting up the stairs...

I was scared for a moment, I thought she may have flagged a police.
She didn't.

I calmly walk up to civilization, and as soon as the air hit me, realization set in.
It was sad.
All those years hitting me once again, never really knowing if I had my dad's affection...
It sucked hard!

All the moisture was sucked out of my mouth, and my throat was ravaged.
I called Chad, but he wasn't at his desk...I desperately needed him!
I called Lori and she counseled me to calmness.
I called Chad again, and he was there to lift my spirits.
I called Forrest too, and once again he helped me channel my anger into something constructive.
Thank god for these people!

I got a bottle of my favorite vitamin water, and headed back to work.
As I walk down the stairs to the subway I had to reach down my pants and pull my wee wee back to its proper position.

I don't want THAT to happen again!

My throat still is scratchy
and I'm still having Adrenalin flashes...

Best of all...
I'm OK!
really!!!

Fin

Wreck of a lifetime!

2007-01-15T19:44:00.000-08:00

Is this real?

I've seen this picture months ago and found it more disturbing than..well.. anything!
If anyone has more info on this Glamazon graduate from Barbizon, please share!!
I'm so intruiged.

STARE STARE STARE STARE

Psycho 1000

2007-01-14T19:50:00.000-08:00

We just got home from seeing this amazing movie "Children of Men" We both were moved several times to the edge of tears and the edge of our seats. Clive Owen is always yummy... It was a realistic terror of what our near future can be. I know its a movie, but somtimes it seems that the cinema can sometimes dictate our future... DEEP!! I/ we highly recomend this movie.

So like I checked my e-mail and AG send me this link that says "have u seen this piece of beauty?"
no I didn't..
but I am so glad I did.
The Horrors - Sheena Is A Parasite
Directed by the genius, Chris Cunningham.. staring Samantha Morton

Its my favorite sound. Psychobilly meets Indie with a touch of Gothic Horror

The Horrors Ohhhh The Horrors

To my suprise the E.P. was available for download on my FAVORITE CHEAP AMAZING Download site.. ALL OF MP3
It blew my Chi to Fantastic Planet..
That means in the most obscure way that it ROCKS!

Then i'm on the can reading the latest issue of L'uomo Vogue and on the cover is the lead singer og "The Horrors" Joshua Von Grimm A good article it was..
This music is not for the faint hearted. I wish I was in this band!
I always wanted to be in a band, haven't we all... But I think I HAVE to try this out before it gets too late and i'll regret it whaen I get tooo old (heck I already am).
GOTTA DO IT GOTTA DO IT GOTTA DO IT GOTTA DO IT GOTTA DO IT GOTTA DO IT GOTTA DO IT

Thynk eye Wyll!
Fin

Les images d'amis

2007-01-14T17:27:00.000-08:00

So, no one told you life was gonna be this way.
CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP!
Your Job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's D.O.A.
It's like you're always stuck in second gear.
And it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year.

What the hell!

Here they are.. Famalee .. as I first met them.

John the Lawyer and me in our trip to Europe at Chartwell, he still is a Republican.

A rare pic of Anthony. Angie was a ham. Look I was a twink at one time!

Our fictitious group "The Lindburg Babies" Angie, (sister) Yzzy, Sandra and John.

I went from this...

to this.... in 1 day!

This is Joe, he broke my leg, and we dated for a month... I still love him!

This is the Lori I know...VERRY 86.. Dr and the Medic's Fanatic!!

She's gonna complain...but I love this pic of Loriann!

Angie is still special!

Don't mess with this punk peacock!

From punk to mommy, we kept it real

Lisa A.K.A BOX AA.K.A Sister Moon and I @ the Astor Riveria diner (now Starbucks @ Astor Place..

Stopping traffic with racoon & Punkroe

Here are some of my looqs...

Fofo..so fresh so ravey..

Jemma Queen of the Amuse!

The Munsons in the 51

Ed and I / With Nail & I

Arnold HE DON'T WASTE TIME! but I miss his cranky ass!

I LOVE Candice / Katya ... Always will.

Ursula 999 Alex in those pants, His wife made him throw them out!

Marissa before the "Wedge" She was a regular @51

We were always sucking on those baloons...WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Jemma threw this steak across the Versace Mansion... It was magical moment!

Fin!

Bittersweet friends-O-mine.

2007-01-14T10:49:00.000-08:00

I'm a stickler for friendship. I LOVE to keep a friendship as long as possible. Isn't that what friendship is all about. I strive to be the loyalest, and the most unconditional bud I can.

I love my friends because they ARE my family, they are my only support system. What is also amusing is that some of my friends parents are more parental than my family ever were.

My oldest friend is / was John Paragano, I met him in Chartwell, we were best friends in Chartwell. We kept in touch throughout the years, and visited each other frequently. He is a Laywer in N.J.:is VERRY Layweresque, and is married to NY Deejay Diane Prior on WKTU. John turned out to be a STAUNCHY REPUBLICAN, and started to cram his BUSH values down my throat. I don't like BUSH, and that's as political as I get! John and I don't speak anymore, but I do miss him. He will recognise soon, they all do! He IS one of my favorite guinnys!!! and a guinny he is!

Anthony Valentino
WOW!
Were do I begin?
I met Anthony in the 9th grade, he came in mid semester because he was mugged in the library of his prior school. We became friends instantaneously! In the 9th grade we both got 4 dollars a day for lunch, we only spent 1 on food which consisted of a bag of dipsy doodles corn chips, a pack of Yankee doodles cupcakes and a can of Coke! We'd save up til Friday and go to "King Karol Records" and buy import LP's and 12" of The B'52's, Blondie (OBSESSED), and Lene Lovich, Tom Robinson (I had heard he was gay so I had to hear). In the 10th grade he started to experiment with drugs (I did not). By the time Senior year came he was an addict, but we still were inseparable. He came over my house one day and I showed him my parents bottle of Valium (didn't every house have Valium in the 80's?) he took 1/2 the bottle...I let him!
We remained best friends through my college years, and during the introduction my new slew of friends. He was jealous of my new buds (Angie, Richie, Elke, Sandra)and did not want to meet them. He did, and now everyone were getting along fabulously. In the summer of 88 I went to London (WOW)and had a incredible time. When I came back, Anthony wanted me... I was already out, but I never suspected he was! So surprised I was, and very excited. I was going to date my best friend! The first time we "DID IT" was in his car, that the only was he could do it at that time (yes I know). So we parked at Cunningham Park in Queens and made out and did the oral thang... We were busted by the police!!! They just chased us away. We started to do it at my apt, he was very inexperienced or just a bad lover. He was really into black dudes and S&M (I was not)... We continued to date for like 2 years. He never officially came out, and became very confused, and decided to be straight! He started to fool around with my girlfriends, and I didn't like that! I am all for sharing friends, but I knew he just wanted to see what it was like to be with them. He dated Angie , but nothing really happened (HE WAS GAY). I introduced him to this chic Shelly Maple, she was from the UK, and she was a alpha female...EXCRUCIATINGLY INTENSE STRONG AND FIERCE. Anthony was a Clash(as in THE CLASH) wanna be confused closet queen, but sooo cute. He married Shelly (for her papers) and thought this could work. It didn't! So much crushing at that time, everyone was being crushed, and we were 21, and we all thought it was the end of the world. Anthony was using Heroin by 25. we still hung out but it was getting difficult. He still was in the closet, still lived at home, his family was crazed (who's isn't).I just could not deal anymore. Then I met Ed, and Anthony didn't like that. In fact Ed and Anthony HATED each other, and I was tied to the both of them. It just got messier and messier. Ed banned me from seeing Anthony, but I'd sneak a visit time to time. Long story short...
Ed and I broke up. I moved to Miami. Anthony turned into a Junkie. My sister and him were "using" while I was in FLA. Judy developed cancer and the "JUNK" didn't help. She died. Anthony used til 2002, and is supposedly clean.
We don't speak anymore. I feel that he progressed the cancer in Judy, and knowing what I went through with Judy all my life, that was pretty messed up!!! I am still furious about this situation.

Angelica
The cutest lil punk chick in NYC, and every dude "in the scene" wanted her, and she was my best girlfriend at the time. We did everything together, Angie and her sister Yzzy. CBGB's, SKA shows, Dance clubs, drunken nights at my Apt, tryppin @ the movies...and soo much more. I met Angie at "Punk rock corner" the corner of Roosevelt Ave & Main St in Flushing Queens. Richard, Elke, Sandra, Yzzy, and Ang. Richie had the car, but the tortured artist, and strugglin musician syndrome.. Too deep he was, wow... he listened to Jazz, and ridiculed me for not "being into" Jazz, I was, but was enjoying Siouxsie at the moment! Richard and Anthony became the best of friends. Good for them.
Back to Angene (as her mom called her) I have soooooo many stories about her but they were all good times, we always had a good time. Angie is married to Rob and has 2 delicious kids, Miles Diego and Gianna Paz. I love her and her family very much, and through thick and thin this sweet tough bitch has always been there for me! I'm sure I'll know her for the rest of my life.. I hope!
During our first scorching summer together (a goth's nightmare) Angie and I would go to the 42nd st Piers for summer concerts. Our first one together was "The Smiths" If you were a true fan you were there by 9 am (Gothic nightmare) and wait in the front of the line for the best standing room only spot. At that Smith's show I/we (Ang) met this girl.. Lisa.
Lisa... Sister Moon at that time. A big Gothic delight. At the next show a couple of weeks later "The Cure" performed, and I think.. that's when Lisa fell in love with me. she was at my beck and call, her and her Marilyn Punkroe sidekick Alyese. What a duo! They would stop traffic, all hair and makeup... ALL!!! Wow.. It was always fun being seen with them. I loved Lisa as a friend very much, but she wanted more.. I think she couldn't handle me being gay. She use to yell thing out at me and Anthony like "WHY WON"T YOU JUST FUCK ME?" I'd / we'd walk away.. What do you say to that? We remained great friends until she went off to college in Boston. She would write these long elaborate beautiful letters on how much we were meant to be together, at time I thought it might be true..Then I woke up! When she returned back to NY, there was something off. Like she always kept me close enough, but not too close, there was definetly something off, and it stayed that way. We remained friends throughout the years until she hired me to work at Blueman. I really don't know what happened but the first day I showed up to work I sensed something wrong.. Week goes by it gets stronger.. She just could not deal with me being there. I understand that. I acted like that before toward people, and it sucks! But you don't do that to your good friend. Lisa had/has control issues, she needs to be in control at ALL times. You can't! I was a mess when I was fired after 1 month. I was good, I did what I had to do and more, people liked me, but she didn't! We haven't spoke since Halloween 2004. I miss her very much, but yet I'm still upset with her. We do have to talk sometime in the future because she was and kind of is very special and dear to me. Fat bitch!

Still fearing that I might not be streetwise enough my parents thought it best that I go to a "Public School" in the 11 grade. So I did.. John Bowne HS Flushing. Just like that! I missed all my my buds back at Windsor. I did meet a real good friend in JBHS..
JOE B
Oh Joe
From a new wave prep in high school to a green Mohawk purple pant wearing big slice of heaven. Oh.. in Gym one day we were playing volleyball, and I twisted my ankle, and no one believed me so Joe volunteered to take to to the nurses office in a wheelchair. That was really cool of him... I do tell everyone that he broke my leg in HS. I did actually break 2 toes and wore a cast for like 2 months. Joe and I dated for like a month or two, it was cool, but i'm glad we remained good friends still to this day. Joe B was a cute boy. and was always at the gym, and had the body to pump. We always pumped in the faggiest clubs in NY.. Mars, RedZone, Tunnel, Limelight, Palladium, The Ritz.. We were there. Best of all Joe was a junior HS teacher Mr B!very inspirational, but he wanted to pursue his dream... SO HE DID .. Joe went to Cali to pursue acting, and it went good for a while. He came back home NYC and has been working in the House music scene for a looong time. I hope he pursues acting again because he's a character and everyone loves him and he's good at it! I love Ms thingamajig very mushhh!

During my stint as bagcheck at Tower I met the two gothic beauties Anne & Lori...what bithes these chicks were.. They were untouchable, they were too cool for school..
I broke that code of gothic behavior soon enuff! Anne & Lori unbeknownst ended up staying with Lisa and I during my last weeks in London. Lori and I bonded hard during an extension extraction on her head. Ann went on to become a bible slammer, and Lori and I have become closer and closer for the past 21 years. Her family has accepted me as a part of their clan, and the love that pours out is intoxicating. Lori has gone off to marry the firecracker that is Brian, and there is nothing better than a hang session with the Jacksons. Even though I haven't been able to get in a sentence for the past 2 decades, I love my Loriann (medieval queen of the shopping scene), and we BOTH are destined to go to hell... We're ok with that!

Then there's ED!
My first REAL boyfriend! Man I loved this bitch.. He was cute and skinny, and had good taste, he/we got it.. I endured about 3 years of extreme jealous behavior.. I was basiclly banned from seeing all my good friends except Lori. He used to claim that I beat him.. I NEVER DID.. I lunged at him twice cause he freggin drove me wild and out of control. He actually beat me, gave me a black eye once, and I had to go to a wedding the next day (remember that Lori..) I really loved Ed, but I think he really needed to "sow his oats", I had already. When we moved to Miami and broke up soon after. We remained friends on and off throughout the years, we still constanty annoyed each other. We recently reaquainted our friendship, but on 4th of july 2006 he left Chad and I stranded in a hooker/crack infested neiborhood and was mean. We haven't spoken since. I really do miss Ed and his hubby Dave, but not the puppetmaster ways. I think we like each other too much and we get stuff so well that it cancels things out..???
You already know the Forrest story..
and there has been so many more wonderful people I have met since.
YOU WILL hear about them.
And then there's CHAD..
You might hear about him!

Enjoy the pix
And lets enjoy each other, just not in that way..
Remember..
You annoy me just as much as I annoy YOU!
And thats why I love you's!

Loyality!
1. the state or quality of being loyal; faithfulness to commitments or obligations.
2. faithful adherence to a sovereign, government, leader, cause, etc.
3. an example or instance of faithfulness, adherence, or the like: a man with fierce loyalties.

Like Marie Osmond selling her dolls on QVC.

1000 Werds

2007-01-12T16:47:00.001-08:00

Here they are...
The Colomboness like you never sceen...

There are actually THOUSANDS of pictures and MILES of 16mm and Video footage. but Mel (Evil Stepwench) has them all.
YEAH...
She needs it.. FOR WHAT!
I'm mad right now, but happy to show you these pix!

sigh

Innocent times

I was so happy miserable, and Gigi loved the turban...

Ligia on W 111st, Aye Coño!

Dusty Springfield or Gigi..you decide

I did not inherit the fortune, but I did inherit the goofyness.

Disco Gigi at Xenon (studio 54 competition)That necklace and earrings she's wearing (Gucci)... its in the ocean!

I was terrified of that statue, they refused to get rid of it or hide it!

One of Ligia's many looks..

Joe and Gege in the 70's.

Joe Jr and I, we both wanted to be "The Fonz"!.

A catholic Confirmation under the Chartwell Manor pediophile regime?!

Joe Jrs dishonorable dissscharge!

Judy and I in the late 80's.

Famalee Dysfunctionee in Miamiii

Joe and Gege in the 80's

Judy and I in the early 90's the day he replaced the sugared Benz...

I SEE YOU

2007-01-12T14:02:00.000-08:00

Hello everyone.
I want to thank you all for such awesome e-mails and sweet feedback.
LEAVE MORE COMMENTS!
This is very empowering...
Thanx again
With love...

JUST BECAUSE

2007-01-11T21:05:00.000-08:00

Thats my baby!

Rave new world

2007-01-11T15:36:00.000-08:00

When I was 12 years I was put to work in my parents factory. Any free time I had used capping hot jars of honee, assembling waxing tables or soldering honee pots. I hated this I wanted to be at home watching TV while planning my outfit fot the next couple of weeks.
I worked in the factory until I was 16, then I was allowed to work in the office entering invoices.
Excitement!
I entered invoices till my high school graduation.
I went on to bigger and beeter things!
Baskin Robbins.
I was rebeling against my parents, and they hated that I was slinging ice cream before college. I loved it.. It was easy, stress free, and fun. I tried cocaine during my ice cream fling (a co worker also delt the "yeyo"), and when I came home that night my parents somehow grilled me on where I was and whom I was with. As if they knew, Gigi sain in her broken english "whatever you are doing, don't do it again". I didn't anymore! (...well not for a couple of years)
Baskin Robbins lost its charm after a couple of months, and my punk/goth attire was not too accepted at work.
So I went downtown...
4th and Broadway
A 2 zone area (bus & train) (before the metrocard era, you had to pay twice)
TOWER RECORDS
Were I could be me...
A beginner in freekdom!
I had blue black crimped hair, lots of Patchouli , dressed all in black.. ALL BLACK, and my FAVORITE Boy Of London Boots
EVERY DAY!
ALL DAY!
I started in Bag Check, I was good, fast, and curtious! I met alot of people doing bag check. I met Cher, Sting, Carly Simon, Billy Idol, Sean Penn, and I met alot of dates as well...
I did bag check graciously for 3 months, supervisors and managers were impressed by ny work ethic (thanks to years slave labor in a factory) (it wasn't that bad) So they hired me as head cashier. That was awesome.. I rocked that job. I would hold a stack LP's and punch in codes on the register without looking. People always commented on my cashier styles. Rick Rubin always held out for me to ring him up, so did Anthonty Michael Hall (he always came in drunk and bought tons of LP's). I did the cashier thang for like 2 years, then I worked in mail order. I ran the mail order dept with a very young cool drag queen Miss Guy. Now a famous NY fixture and Lead singer of "The Toilet Boys". Miss Guy always tried to kiss me, I didn't want to, but he was nice.. real cool. I worked at Tower for 5 years. It was a great job.
All Tower records recently closed, this was very sad for me. I felt as if my years at Tower really shaped my coolness in some way..
After Tower I worked at this record distributor "Landmark" it was a great stepping stone to the music industry. I was assistant buyer for all Island record merchandise, I even got a Tone Loc "Wild Thing" Gold Record (were that is.. I don't know). Then I got an offer from another label "Relativity" I was offered to be their new "Dance" buyer. My best friend Anthony was working there, and invited me on a couple of functions, I networked, and got the job. HE HATED THAT!!. Why? Well thats another Blog entry..
So I had this INCREDIBLE job in this new emerging genre of music "RAVE"...
I was importing all these incredible 12' and LP's and CD's from the UK, Germany, and Italy. It was great. All this new exciting music I was importing I thought I'll try
DJ'ing.My First DJ gig I got was at a bar on the East Village called "Alcatraz". Dave Kendell (original VJ for MTV's 120 minutes)(what a dick)(wore a toupee) and I tag teamed an awesome blend of industrial dance music and synthy dark ditties. I was soo happy! Getting some respect and cred. Then I met Ed Roth (ex jealous 1st real boyfriend) and everything went to shit. Thats another Blogg entry..
After being banned from DJ'ing (jealous lovah)I continued to work at Relativity for a year.
Ed and I broke up.
I was a wreck.
I moved to Miami.
Well I was enticed to move to Miami by Gigi.
Another slew of false promises.
I was promised $100.000 (yes I know) to open up a business, and a new Car
Gigi gave me her Geo Tracker and $6000.00... better than nothing!
My first car!
What a lemon!

I got a great job in Miami, I was a buyer and doing sales for "MSI" Music Services International. All the time I was working at MSI I was planning my new business venture. One weekend I got all this great merchandise from MSI that I was able to take out on consignment, a couple of "The Orb" videos and lots of great "Rave" compilations, and off I went to this HUGE rave in Orlando. I drove up in my Geo Tracker (lemon) and got into my first accident. This old lady clipped me hard from the rear, the Tracker flipped, and I freaked. I was totally ok but the tracker was not, but somehow still drivable. So I drove to this Rave set up my table sold some stuff. Along comes this motley duo, one friendly, the other aloof... the aloof one questioning the authenticity of "The Orb" video I was selling. It was real and we still watch it! Aloof one was/is Forrest one of my bestest friends. We have been buds ever since.
We both planned the realization of my dream, opening up "the coolest store in the world"
A year later we did it.
With my moms 6 g's, and ALL of my savings, and Forrest's generous funds, and ALOT of planning, hunting, groveling.. We did it.

AREA 51
935 Washington Ave
Miami Beach, FL 33139

1994-1998
Magical years
Hard times
A learning experience...

On our first day of business my dad and Mel gave us a visit and purchased stuff. Mel bought a Liquid Sky Tee shirt with an Alien Mud Flap girl with huge letters that read "WICKED" in a XXL. That night at our opening party they both showed up and Mel had customized that shirt, cut off the sholders to wear it askew and bedazzled the sleeves, and sinched the waist. I was impressed yet embarassed. Some of the hardcore kids at the party got drunk and called her a poseur, my dad got mad and asked me to kick them out... I ignored him!

During the years at Area 51 I met some incredible people...
My wonderful Friends with You Friends Arturo & Melody
I introduced the charming Ursula 1000 Alex to his lovely wife Marissa.
My debunked buddy Arnold Steiner.
The amazing Jemma
The slickster Michael Elkind.
The talented Danny Santiago
The always amusing Candice (Katya)MAMA!
The biggest Stacy (sae ryun song)
The ambient Junkie himself Javier Drada
The master of intelligence DJ AURA (Robert)
and so many more...

I sold the store to this DOUCHEBAG Murray Brown.. he STILL owes me $8000.00.
He renamed the store "SYNTHETIC" it tanked within 6 months!
HAA HAA
I have learned the art of "the contract" since!
FUCK YOU MURRAY!

Forrest and I had a blast running that store...
and I'm glad to say that he still is one of my favorite people in the world, he still makes me laugh!

Fin

Once upon a time, there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours,
Think of all the great things we would do

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Then, the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If, by chance, I'd see you in the tavern,
We'd smile at one another and we'd say

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Just tonight, I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass, I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me?

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

Through the door, there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh, my friend, we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts, the dreams are still the same

Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we'd choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days, oh yes, those were the days

Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

LILY IS DEAD

2007-01-10T19:31:00.000-08:00

I really enjoyed Yvonne De Carlo in one of favorite TV shows "The Munsters"
Gramdpa Munster has passed
Herman Munster has passed

Now Lily

Check out her classc "American Gothic"
"Want to see my baby..."

Karen the Tutor

2007-01-10T17:07:00.000-08:00

I am bad at math.
I always was.
I still use my fingers, and struggle with the multiplication table.
I do have a touch of dyslexia.

And to think I used to do book keeping for a busy photographer...

In the 6th grade my parents hired a tutor for me... Karen.
Karen was HOT.. 70's hot.
Tall with GIANT breasts Like a Russ Meyers Gal, but so nice, soo smart, and so horney.

Enter Joe Jr.
Sexual tension you could feel...

I didn't understand what was happening, but it made me and my parents uncomfortable.

I'll never forget the first time my brother meet Karen, his eyes were fixated on her tits. My mom had to constantly "ehh heeem" to wake him from his tit trance...

Karen looked like Farrah Fawcett, but with shorter hair. Always in a long floral dress and those "buffalo wedges" that made her sooo tall. She always wore this haunting Scent Jean Patou "1000" I asked her.. She said "its the most expensive perfume in the world" I thought she was sooo classy, and I told her that all the time. She'd say I was the "cutest boy in the world" I was mesmerized. She gave me the much needed attention Joe & Gigi never did.

In the weeks she tutored me she'd take a break and "hang out" in my brothers room.
I HATED THAT..
The giggling, the laughter, the silence...
I would troll by the door and try to listen in..
Nothing..

A week or two later my parents hat to go away on business, so my brother was left to watch over me.
Big mistake!

He was planning a party of some sort, it was to be the "big day" the day he screws Karen...
I was sworn not to tell my parents, threatened was more like it.
I kept my word, as usual.

It was a small group of like 5-6 Whitestoners, LITERALLY!

My brother had this posse of these two dudes, another Joey and BERG (I hated that name) I HATED HIM. the rest of the crew were some "dazed & confused" gal and guys.

Then the last person to arrive was Karen.

She looked so beautiful that night, and the scent of "1000"
so haunting.

[still to this day when I smell that scent, it brings me back to this night]
{its a granny scent now..}

She heads right toward his bedroom without saying hi to me nor anyone else.
Black light on,"Bad Co" playing, the smell of incense, weed and "1000"...

I was so sad.

I did play it up a little because I was getting some much needed attention from the Whitestoners, we all played "perfection" such an exciting game...

And then....

I feel myself getting whisked away...
Levitated..

Joe (the friend) and BERG were dragging me toward my brothers room.
I didn't know what was happening.

There I was swinging... held by my hands and feet swinging...
RIGHT THROUGH JOE JR'S BEDROOM DOOR.

He didn't stop pumping as he looked into my eyes.
I looked right into his eyes.
Amazed.. confused.. curious...

Through the black light..
The haze..
Two naked bodies..

My brothers huge erect penis...
Karens Ginormous tits...

I didn't know what to look at more.

I crawled away.
Joe & Berg hysterically laughing!

My brother was surprisingly nice to me during that weekend.
We ate at "Wetsons" alot ( my favorite Place)

Karen never showed up to tutor me again.

I still suck at math!

Daring Divorce'

2007-01-09T17:13:00.000-08:00

Gigi hounded me for weeks after the divorce was final to get her a copy of Gloria Gaynor's "I will survive" IN SPANISH!.. "Yo Vivire". So off I go to Santo Domingo and to my suprise Gigi had stolen the Benz from my dad! The Benz that he got for her, but never let her drive it again after she ran over parking spikes, and blew out all 4 tires (expensive tires). She picks me up at the airport and asks me for the casette of "Yo Vivire" and rolls off the sky roof blasting the song full blast while punching out the sky. I was embarassed, uncomfortable, and shocked at this behavior.
It gets worse...
She stops the car and pulls up to a beautiful coral cliff gets out, and is holding a box..
In this box is all this jewelery, all the jewelery that my dad gave her... CARTIER LOVE BRACLET / GUCCI LINK CHAIN / BIG DIAMOND EARRINGS / A good couple of pounds..
and there she goes throwing it all into the sea.. ONE BY ONE.. as that damn song is blasting..
I WAS SICK!!
I WANTED THOSE PIECES!!
To add insult to injury.....................

One sec..
My dad kept that Benz SPANKIN and MAINTAINED..

Gigi whips out a bag of sugar... YES!!
And sloppily pours it into the gas tank, opens up the hood pours it all over the engine...
I STOOD PARALYZED
Dumbfounded!
Why didn't I stop her?
I know..

When Gigi got mad she threw "Chihuahua Teeth" at me. What that means is talking threats through her clenched teeth, as a teen it always made me laugh in her face, but as a kid it was terrifying...

I did not want to laugh at "Chihuahua Teeth" now.
I was soo enranged.
I loved that car. it was sooo smooth and that system...

RUINED

A minute later as if he was following us my asshole uncle pulls up to pick us up.
I could not look back at the car.
But I felt it..
NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN
Sitting on the cliff, engine on..
ABANDONED

as we drove off she told me I'll understand one day.
I never did
I never do.

She reported the car stolen.
My dad knew and always asked me...
I always covered for Gigi.

Oh lord, wont you buy me a mercedes benz ?
My friends all drive porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So lord, wont you buy me a mercedes benz ?

Oh lord, wont you buy me a color tv ?
Dialing for dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until three,
So oh lord, wont you buy me a color tv ?

Oh lord, wont you buy me a night on the town ?
Im counting on you, lord, please dont let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round,
Oh lord, wont you buy me a night on the town ?

Everybody!
Oh lord, wont you buy me a mercedes benz ?
My friends all drive porsches, I must make amends,
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends,
So oh lord, wont you buy me a mercedes benz ?

Thats it!

Casa Hermenia

2007-01-09T13:56:00.000-08:00

I forgot how it was spelt, but it was pronounced..
CASA ER ME NI YA.

UUUCCCHHHH!

It was a whorehouse in the Dominican Republic!

Ready for this one?

So like I'm 15 years old and still a virgin (an atrocity?), and my dad thinks its a good idea to season me up (get me laid).
WITH THE BLESSING OF MY MOM!
THANKS MOM!!

I really was not flamboyant, but they knew I was gay, I didn't.
Was this a way to convert me?

[BTW Judy WAS NOT allowed to join us in the DR, Gigi was scared that Judy might embarass her. In all the years My (step) brother and I went to the DR, Judy never went!]

so off we go...
Joe Sr. Joe Jr and I.
"where are we going dad"
"it's a suprise"

so we're at this strange location, a big bar with a big outdoor court, with these exposed villa type rooms on the mezz.
These SKANKY woman were all over us, it was like 11 in the morning, and we were the only people in the joint.
"cafe' o chocha" they keep on saying...
I knew what it meant but I was kinda grossed out.
So there we were sitting around this table and this ... thing ... whore ... comes twisting toward our table.
She had a pale pecked eye! (like a good whore should)
She was rubbing my back, until my dad told her to show her "pussy" to me..
She did.
It was HUGE and dark...
Then she quickly grabbed my hand and placed it on her bush...
I'll never forget that sensation...BRILLO-Y
I quickly snatched my had away... QUICKLY!
I smelt my hand and it was Jean Nate'
I knew that smell every woman had Jean Nate' in the bathroom 75-85...

I was visibly upset, almost to the point of tears...
I wasn't ready for this!
My dad was dissapointed..

Joe Jr. took her on..
I swear he came back 5 minutes later all flushed and finished...

Joe Jr. caught gonorrhea from the pecked one.. a bad case of it!
I remember the screams from the bathroom...
FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!

My parents played it off as if was a life lession.
What if it was me?

OH GOD!

VD at 15

The following year were back in the DR to enjoy our brand new house on the mountains (lomas lindas) was the mountain, and name the estate was Jogi (joe/gigi)
This house was THE SHIT!
3 levels 6 bedrooms 4 a/c'd bathrooms, roof deck, pool, tennis court, giant satellite dish, horse stables with 2 GIANT horses (yes Lori), and my favorite thing..that contraption were you can hang upside down, I hung upside down for hours.....
Supposedly it only cost them less than $100,000 USD to build.
We had a staff of like 5, manditory in the DR.
Joe Jr. screwed 3 of the maids..
He caught gonorrhea again, and got another trajabadora (maid) pregnant.
That maid dissapeared, never to be seen again.
There is another Colombo offspring somewhere.. another Italian/Dominican...
Windows 95 did not know this, I don't know if she knows now.

Gigi got the house as part of the divorce settlement, we also had a beach house (small but awesome) and a penthouse in Santo Domingo which she also got. All the property in the DR was left to rot and was sold for pesetas on the peso. I actually think she got $25.000 for all three properties that she sold to a swindeling cousin. I really wanted the Beach house, in which she promised me. No casa en el playa for me!
Gigi has YET to keep one promise to me.

Oh Mom?!

Before, sibling, and after..

2007-01-09T10:38:00.000-08:00

Joseph Jr.
Always wanted to be a baseball STAR! And even though I absolutely had NO interest in sports, I knew he was good. He was like a little firecracker (he was 5’9) (still is) I was 5’9 in the 9th grade; I’m now 6’3 (HE HATED THAT) Why? He loved to call me names like “portly” and “Husky”, and whenever I spoke of something (I always had something to say, and no one could stifle me) he LOVED to quote “children should be seen and not heard” 20 TIMES A DAY!! Even though he constantly harassed me, and belittled me, I still really liked/loved him.
After the big fight between Joe & Joe, Joe Jr. went to The Lee Strasburg Theatre Institute for acting classes, he had the “look” but definitely not the “craft” (as they say). He left.
Then it was off to St Petersburg, Fla for baseball camp. During spring training I’d always get a phone call from has wife Ellen (Windows 95) crying, bawling “will he cheat on me”
“Can I trust him” I assured her well that he’d be faithful, but I knew better… He was a notorious HORNDOGG!! He loved young blondes, Ellen was an old (10 years his senior) blonde hag, with great taste in music. We’d drive around in her Nissan 280ZX blasting Bow Wow Wow, and the Psychedelic Furs smoking the best Tai Stick ever (still to this day I have not smoked anything better than that!)
Joe didn’t make it through spring training…
We hardly spoke after that.
My dad hired a private investigator to keep tabs on him. It was said he was training to be in the “MOB” that killed my dad. Having the stigma of the name Joe Colombo (old mobster) was bad enough. It worked to his advantage in this case. My dad went to the “offices” of where Joe Jr. was “training” (SoHo area) and supposedly they (mobsters) treated my dad well (welcomed and respected). I heard the whole story as it was recited to my mom through a phone call, (I was listening in on the other end). So they sat my dad down and grilled him thoroughly as big thugs stood around clutching their holsters, checking his ID and questioning his knowledge of Joe Jr. They told my dad that he was fine and that he made great coffee (??) and was “running errands”, also in a nice way he was told to keep away.
My dad tried…
Joe Jr. did not!
In the past like 15 years I’ve only seen my (step) brother like 4-5 times. He had grown a ponytail and was going bald in the front. Chain-smoking! With a silk print shirt, Levi’s tight 501’s and his signature blue Puma Clyde’s. WEATHERED! He told me he was running numbers (a bookie) from his house in Whitestone, where he still lives with Windows 95. In those last times I saw him he still made fun of my clothes and was so confused that a gay man can have so many tattoos. ?. We visited Judy’s grave in Greenlawn cemetery in Brooklyn and got lost in the graveyard, which FREAKED him out!
The last time we spoke was when my dad died. He just cursed me out like he did my dad that time, claiming that I was going to run off with all the inheritance and give him nothing.
HELLO BUNGFACE THERE WAS NO INHERITANCE!
He called me a pussy for not fighting.
What was I supposed to do days after his death?
He still was tacky!

Judy oh Judy
My refreshingly crazed sister.
During her stay at the Greystone hotel she never worked. She lived off disability and scraps form her mom, my father and me.
She loved going to Century 21 it was the only time I saw her happy. We’d go and she’d spend HOURS in the dressing room trying on clothes and making a scene. I always ended up buying her a Junior Gautier T shirt line, or the cheapest Vivienne Westwood thing we could find.
When I moved to Miami in 92, she took it bad… REAL BAD!
She started “using” again with my ex, who also took me leaving to Fla real bad.
Judy finally got a job at Century 21, and she was soo happy. A “functioning addict” she was. In her new condo, new job…
Then out of nowhere.
Bam!
The last time I saw Judy she was wheelchair bound, and looked like she was in her 60’s.
I flew in from Miami to see her.
She managed to dress up for me in one of the many outfits I bought her that day. She could hardly speak, but she wanted my knit cap. I gave it to her.
She died weeks later.
I found out weeks later.

It’s so hard to write about Judy.

Bless her crazy soul!

Current Events

2007-01-08T19:39:00.000-08:00

Today is Chad Birfday.

The subway hero, saved at my stop!! 137th yo!!!

Chad and I have decided to take the "shopping challenge" NO SHOPPING FOR 1 MONTH.. Starting Feb 1..REALLY!

I'm joining Crunch Gym through work!

I still don't know what to do about my hair!?

I'd kill for these shoes

This watch too..

41 is coming..uch!

14 years until retirement..double uch..

More dramedy tonight!

Thanx 4 reading.

Lynch Lynched?

2007-01-08T17:49:00.000-08:00

I just found this..

Morristown pedophile sentenced
A 73-year-old pedophile who fondled three clients at a Morristown-run drug treatment center where he volunteered was sentenced this morning to a year in the jail and ordered to pay $10,000.
While Morris County Assistant Prosecutor Maggie Calderwood argued for a three-year prison term for Terence M. Lynch, Superior Court Judge Joseph A. Falcone gave him four years probation, including a year in jail. Lynch would first become eligible for parole in four months.

In November, Lynch admitted that while volunteering at the now-defunct Beginnings Drug and Alcohol Program, he unnecessarily touched the genitals of two men on probation during urine screenings and spanked a third probationer for failing a drug test.

Lynch, who went by the name "Dr. Mike,'' admitted that he intentionally led the clients to believe he was a doctor. He pleaded guilty to three counts of criminal sexual contact and one count of practicing medicine without a license.

A psychologist who evaluated Lynch in September determined he has a sexual fetish, but Lynch denied that, saying he used corporal punishment for disciplinary purposes.

In 1989, he admitted molesting 12 boys at a Mendham Township boarding school and was served seven years in state prison. When he was paroled in 1997, he began volunteering at Beginnings.

Lynch did not speak at sentencing, and none of his Beginnings victims attended. However, one of his former victims from the Chartwell Manor School wrote a letter to Falcone urging him to give Lynch the maximum sentence.

In the courtroom, former Lynch student Ed Vaeth quietly cried. Vaeth attended Chartwell School in Basking Ridge before it relocated to Mendham Township, said he claims Lynch fondled him and "beat the hell out of me.''

"He had a prior conviction that was wicked,'' Vaeth, 46, said. "He should have gotten a lot more than that (a year in jail).''

Falcone noted the poor health of both Lynch and his wife, who has Alzheimer's Disease. Lynch as been caring for her, along with a nurse in their Morristown home. A niece is stepping in to help care for her while Lynch is in jail, defense attorney Peter Gilbreth said.

Contributed by Margaret McHugh

His wife Judy..
Looked like Sy Snootles (lead singer of the Max Rebo Band in Star Wars) A potato with toothpicks for legs. She loved to give noogies (knock up on the cranium with her knuckle or big ring). But her worst trait was....
Vaginitis--
abnormal or increased discharge, itching, fishy odor, irritation, painful urination or vaginal bleeding.
She was always scratching, and THAT odor...
As a boy I KNEW something was up.
At night we'd all sing in our bed verry low and chuckly.."FISH SCRATCH FEVER"...

To this day I can't stand BACALO...
But these are good..sometimes!!!

Croquetas de Bacalo

(Spanish Salt Cod Croquettes Tapas)

200g/7oz bacalo/salt cod (unsoaked weight)
35g/1.5 oz plain flour
2--3 cloves garlic
good handfull of chopped parsley
600ml/1 pint milk
olive oil
breadcrumbs

Soak the salt cod over night, changing the water frequently. Break
up the soaked salt cod into small flakes. Fry garlic and parsley
in a little olive oil. Add the salt cod and continue to cook for
1--2 minutes. Add the flour and mix well before adding the milk
slowly with stirring to give a thick paste, which should be cooked
briefly. When cool, shape into small oblongs, coat in breacrumbs
and fry gently in oil.

FISH SCRATCH FEVER...

Siblings bling

2007-01-07T19:07:00.000-08:00

STEP SIBS
BROTHER & SISTER
Judy and Joe

I lived for the both of them... they were soo cool and beautiful too.
Judy was my favorite

Joseph was jealous of me.
Joseph was the fuck up.
Dropped out of HS.
Stole and wrecked my dad beloved maroon Lincoln Conti with cream leather interior. The disco car!
Joined the Marines, dishonorablely discharged.
Constantly harassing me.
The type to make fun of me for wearing a skinny tie and Capezio's, then buy the same outfit a week later.
The type to ridicule me for listening to "the Pretenders" and "the B52's" then steal my albums days later.
But everyone has fights and problems with their siblings, its part of the deal right?
WRONG!
Enter COCAINE...
To twist things out of control..

But wait... before we go there...

My sister was a full blown Junkie!
A junkie ever since her early 20's til her early 40's
So my bro is a cocaine FIEND and my sis is a junkie.
My sister was banned from the house, but always lingered around the property in a tattered (real mink) fur coat, cat eye glasses, and tights and combat boots. Her stlye was very ahead of her time. Everyone thought she was crazy. I didn't, I understood her genius. She would always throw rocks at my window and I'd come out to greet her, she always make me feel special. I hated when she nodded out, not too frequent tho. At night I make sure my parents were asleep, and when the coast was clear I'd get her a towel and prepare her a Rum & Coke and she's quietly sit on a float on the pool for hours. She'd always bring me something like a DEVO 45, Plasmatics tee's, and elephant hair braclets.
My dad and her mom tried to get her into rehab, and after the 5th attempt it worked. I'll never forget that drive up to somewere in NJ I was like 21 and, I was a bit of a baset case because the ride was almost the same route as my boarding school. My dad knew was up with me and told me in a sweet but stern way that "its not about you today"... I understood.
Judy puked the whole ride up.
Thats the first time I saw bile..
When we got there (rehab) the first thing that came into view was this woman walking all wobbly, and she must of had like 10 colored wires coming out of her head with a dude holding this box with a big knob.
I said " see what you have to go through now"
we all laughed really hard.

I love going to the movies..
I loved going to horror movie (still do)...
I LOVED Brian De Palma (still do)
So when the movie "Dressed to Kill" came out I had to see it.
I was 14.
My brother took me.
He did coke on the the bus ride there / he did coke in the movie theatre bathroom ( I stood guard at the stall) / He did coke on the arm rest during the movie.
He made a scene cause I told him to stop (people knew!) he yelled at me during the movie.
We were kicked out.
I was mortified!

It amazes me that I'm not an addict.
well..
I suppose I do shop alot..
But I'm so happy I did not inherit that gene!

Joe Jr was slick..
He knew that!
He was hot too. (Oh stop, I can say that)
He looked like a cuter young Al Pacino
And a body to kill for.
He always played baseball & basketball.
He was a great salesman. He could talk you into or out of ANYTHING!

He faked his way out of High School / The Marines / An Engagement (the the nicest girl in the WORLD) / and so many other things.

Joe jr Worked at Gigi Honee as The Director of Marketing, he didn't know what the fuck he was doing...
He advertised the product (which was and still is The #1 PROFESSIONAL dipilitory product) (key word professional)(that means it should be done by a professional) in Vogue and Rolling Stone. It was sooo expensive. It did nothing for the company.
My dad wanted Joe Jr to go to Business school.
That was the end of the end.....

During the last weekshttp://www2.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif my brother was in the marines, he met this woman.
Through a chatline!
Ellen
Now Ellen Colombo
She wrote a book on Windows 95.
She was from California, and was like soo tubular.. really
What a juxti ! (I want to spell it like that Chad OK!!!)
But they BOTH loved the COCAINE...
They have alot of money now
!!!

So when my dad asked Joe Jr to go to business school he disapeared for like a week....
THEN.

He called to have a meeting with my dad.
The day of that meeting I was with my dad as he bought a new tiny Mercedes Benz (for my mom) (I hated that car but that soundsystem was BANGIN").
so the both of us drive over, dad was so excited to show off the car. Riverview, College Point Queens...A.K.A Ratsview (built on a dump / plagued by rodents)
GOOD!
So he went in , I was ihttp://www2.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifn the car.
I heard screaming
I didn't know who was screaming, they both sounded alike.
I closed all the windows and popped in Soft Cell - Non-Stop Erotic Cabaret casette, and blasted
If you know the album it starts out with a song Frustation,,

It was a horrible yet magical moment..
I felt as if the song was speaking to me.. It was a moment of realization, of change.

I saw that he was coming back just as Tainted Love started to play.
I knew somethin was wrong, I never saw that look on his face. They obviously had wrestled.
that was the first and last time my dad cried in my arms, talking and sobbing. "he never wants to see me again" "he said I was the worst father" "he said I was a joke.. am I a joke Pauly?" "no you're not daddy" I said.
I hugged him for a long time and wiped his tears.
They never spoke again.
Everyone said it was Ellen.
Who cares..
They both were all coked out and TACKY!

Judy cleaned up...
But never was right after rehab..
A verry sad soul she turned out to be.
She lived at the Greystone Hotel at W91st for the longest time.
In the smallest studio room ever...
I visited her every week, and she'd cook and complain. She was a great italian cook (something the Colombo's do well I think?!)
My dad never did (visit her that is).. well maybe a handful of times.
Joe Jr never did!

My dad bought Judy a 1 bedroom condo on E57th st. She died 1 year later due to complications of Hodgkins Disease (cancer of the lymph nodes).
She was getting high with my bestfriend and one time boyfriend Anthony Valentino.
You WILL hear more of him!
She died!
My awesome sister..
But.. Guess What...
I was living in Miami at the time.
No one told me until a week after she died..
NO ONE?!?!?
WHY?

I really hate that story!

I miss Judy.
I really wish she met Chad

teardrop

Malba Toast

2007-01-07T17:36:00.000-08:00

I LOVED OUR HOUSE IN MALBA!!!!

We had an AWESOME view of the Whitestone Bridge from our backyard, a POOL!!, real swing set, large lawn, huge backdeck, and a great4 BR "ranch" style house.

We had the greatest family holiday parties in that house... Everyone showed up for the huge buffet that took days to prepare by my aunts. Gloria, Rosie and Dottie...
Summers were sort of a good time for me cause we would have the one big pool party, and I be wisked off to the Dominican Rebublic to spend most of the summer in this large house with a set of twin cousins who terrorized me, a older girl cousin who literally took all day to put on make up and sit on the porch at night for the chance that a boy would pass... no one ever passed.. and the alcoholic oldest cousin who was a closet queen "KISS" fanatic, and always called me faggot..
I really wasn't faggy..
He came out recently at the age of 46.
Now he's faggy!!

Good times were had at that house and I still think about it every day.
My best dreams are about that house..

My room (I thought) was the greatest, I can finally got to decorate it the way I wanted to... I ripped out the gross chartruse shag rug to expose the great hardwood floor, which I painted black. I ripped all the paneling off the walls, and scraped that damn popcorn ceiling to a real cool texture. I did this all in one weekend in 1979 while my parent were away on business. When they came back to see a high gloss black floor, battleship grey walls with a GIANT poster of Blondie (I was obsessed) and a warholesque piece I did of 10 large photocopies of the naked William Hurt popping a zit on his back from Rolling Stone Magazine.... THEY WERE FURIOUS.. A quote from my dad I remembered was "if you want to live like an asshole then go ahead" my mom said "it looks like a the spooky house from Adventures Inn" (our local Amusement park). I loved it and so did friends and family of my parents.
SO..
That summer I was shipped to the Dominican Republic to stay at my uncles house again. I HATED THIS!!! I could not relate with no one NO ONE!!!
When I came back that late summer the paneling was put back, and a new rug was laid, and only the Blondie poster was put back up hap hazardly with torn corners.
I was soo upset.
They knew they screwed up..

I demanded an expensive synthesizer.
YAMAHA CS-15

I loved my synth... Loved it soooooo...
So when your parents see you like something what do they do?
Well... take it from you and give it to a cousin in DR... of course
WHY?
Because other people (cousin's) less fortunate than us deserve a synth to use in a country were electricty is never stable...
Because of the electricity situation in the DR, my beloved synth was sizzled within a month.
My parents promised to replace it..
One day I came to to a big suprise...
So I go to the basement and in the corner I see this massive thing covered in a white sheet. So they pull the sheet, and underneath was the UGLIEST Playola Piano, the piano that plays itself with the scrolls.
They pressed a button and I'll never forget that song... "the 59th st song (feeling groovy)"
From the look on my speechless face they could tell I was not happy..
"ungrateful and selfish" I was called
I guess I was?
There was a collection of scrolls.. all these ragtime standards and Frank Sinatra / Dean Martin singalong tunes.
I don't think that the Playola was used more than 10 times.

I save up monies to buy a cheap Casio synth..
I still miss the YAMAHA CS-15!

We lived in Malba til 1983.
We move to a new fresh penthouse apt in Flushing, in the new Chinatown.. we were the only american family in the highrise building on Roosevelt Ave, the Heart of Chinatown... Wisteria Plaza!

I graduated High School in 1983 I was 17, and went to the Manhattan campus of the "New York Institute of Technology"
One month before my 18th birthday my parents had a "BIG" suprise for me...

They had purchahttp://www2.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifsed a CO-OP for me on foreclosure ($15,000) A nice 1 bedroom in Mitchell Lama in Flushing. A predominantly Jewish retirement complex.
SURPISE!
I felt right at home...
I was an extreme goth at that time...

I WAS NOT READY NOR MATURE ENOUGH TO MOVE OUT!

But there I was on the day of my 18th birthday on a matress on the floor scared shitless, alone. longing for the security of my room I designed in Malba...

I was the youngest person in the Lama complex's in NY state. I was in the Daily News. They took a picture but never published it. I woke up extra early that day to crimp my hair just like of "The Cure"

I was the freak of Mitchell Lama.

I still am!

Inbetween days

2007-01-06T21:20:00.000-08:00

I'm fine...

Really!!

After watersports at the age of 5, and fingered and caned by 11, I think I ended up ok.

I still remember the details of all these instances as if they happened minutes ago.
But....
I feel my memory is not as sharp as it used to be.
I'm gonna do some Soduku and take some Omega 3's, that should clear things up..

In between the stories you already read, good things happened to me as well, and you will hear of them.
But
Alot of tragadies still occured...

I'm trying to forgive my mom, and get over my dad. This is hard!
Gigi has been living in Miami for like 13 years. She does waxing and facial at San Souci plaza in North Miami beach.

Joe and Gigi sold Gigi Honee in 1988 for 10 million dollars.
Joe and Gigi sold the plant (bay front property) to the cable company (what is now Time Warner) for 12 million..
Joe and Gigi divorced in 1990.

11 mil each

Gigi has nothing to show from it (so she says)
Joe died with 15 million

Gigi had a restaurant "Gigi's" in Miami that lasted less than a year.
She lent out soo much money to "cousins" she doesn't speak to anymore...
She bought houses for mothers of boyfriends she went out with for less than 6 months.

I got agita writing those last 3 sentences....

My dad was saaavvvyyyyyyyyyy!
He doubled his earnings and married my moms cousin..

DORIT

MY DAD MARRIED MY MOMS COUSIN 1 YEAR AFTER THE DIVORCE.

WOW!

You go Joe!

I was not allowed to see them
I was like 23 and forbidden to see my dad and his freshly new augmented wife (breasts)!

Dorit hated me because someone was pranking them, plagued for months by vicious prank calls. I remember my dad calling me one day and cursing me out soo awful, I was like WHAATT DID I DO.. I wasn't the pranker...
It was Judy.
My Sister (stepsister)
She confessed this to me years before her death.
OH Judy...
I loved her, I lived for her. She was the epitome of the cool older sister.
You will hear more about Judy and Joseph Jr (stepbrother) as he always corrected me in a introduction...

So
Joe and Dorit...
I was accepted into their house a couple of years after their marriage. Dorit adored me soon after. Dorit and I would shop in the Bal Harbour shops (world's most expensive mall) and I'd pick out all her handbags and outfits. My dad loved the way his wife looked in her Versace tight dresses and rhinestone clutch shaped as a cherry. Dorit constantly apologised for being so mean to me. Dorit had a son Gavin from a previous marriage, he was a cutie, but dumb as a doorknob. Dorit always ask me me to come on to him cause she thought he was a "Maricón in the hiding" (in the closet). I refused. Joe was married to Dorit for like 4 years then quickly divorced her.
Dorit now takes care of Gavin, who lost all his looks and most of his brain to a serious case of schizophrenia. The last time I saw her she was a wreck over the change of her lifestlye. I bought her a outfit at Chico's, she was soo happy. I haven't heard from her in 10 years.

There goes wife #3....

Enter Mel who he met at a senior dance at Bal Harbour.
I wish he never met her...

Aftermath

2007-01-04T20:27:00.000-08:00

I want to be like the character Max Cady played by Robert Mitchum or Robert De Niro in the Movies "Cape Fear".

Someone (me) who inflicts a life of misery to someone (Mel). I am not a sadastic person, but for some reason I wanna get this wench...
HELLO
She cheated my family and I for over 12 million dollars...
HELLO!!!!!
Can you imagine thinking your gonna get a nice payout and nothing...
NADA / NIL / ZILCH!
I capped too many jars of hot depilitory wax, assembled so many depilitory heaters, got my face and legs waxed off during puberty for nothing...
Yes I'm bitter.
And it took me 5-6 years to get over the fact that I will never get a inheritance. It really wasn't the money thing, i'll just never know if my dad cared about me or if Mel swindled it all.

I want to see her suffer like I did, deep deep anguish, depression, loss of vigor and lust for life. I used to be soo happy, happy go lucky, skinnier, and so much more positive.
I feel like she (Mel) stole all that away from me, and it deeply effected my life, my work and my relationships.
I WAS A WRECK FOR SOO MANY YEARS.... (right people who knew/know me?)

I hope to bump into her again...
OMG!! I soo ready now..
I already made up so many scenarios... sooo many.. I sooo ready.

BUT

What good will that do...

You know that C*#t would not give me/us anything, anything meaning memorabilia.. Not a pic nor a bric-a-brak.
Not the countless hours of 16mm film of my childhood,the photoalbums, nor 1 piece of awesome vinyl that he meticulously collected since the 40's (all in mint condition). Mel still listened to Kenny G and Spyro Gyra cassettes. I miss that vinyl... I dream of that vinyl..

Yes I am still enraged, but I feel it subsiding. A couple of days is soo much better that 5-6 years.

I don't know what to do?

But
If I do see her again, I AM going off!
BTW... Don't worry, I will not do anything stupid, I love the way my life is headed..

You will all hear continuous storys of my life here on in...

Isn't that what blogs are for?

I do feel so much better when I do this, why didn't I do this years ago?
Thanks Forrest (oh you will hear about him) for the inspiration.
But most of all....
THANK YOU CHAD ALLEN BEER.
A.K.A. Chips / Chud / Chadillac / too many more to mention...
Thank you for always inspiring me (even though you may think that I'm not listening..I am)
Thank you for always being there for me.. During the worst you were there.. During the best you were there..
I love you soo much
Most of all thank you for crash..

Here we go.

My story / stories

you ready?

Why I'm doing this...

2007-01-04T18:48:00.000-08:00

On January 2 2007 I went back to work.

I really do love my job..really!!
But..
I just was not feeling it after all the holiday debauchery.
SO..
I had to pick up some overpriced surface paper around the 23rd & 6th ave area, (still slightly hungover on food booze and love from the previous days) I stopped off at one of my favorite eateries "Maffei's Pizza" 688 6th Ave @ 22nd St. One of the only true pizzeria's / focceria's in manhattan, I had one of my usuals, Shrimp Parmagania hero (I wonder why I'm so fat!) They make it perfect there big shrimps fried in italian breadcrumbs over their perfect marinara topped off with fresh Mozzy.. MMMMMM.
BTW their "Grandma Slice" is pure heaven.
Enough of the food rant!

So I sit at the window that faces 6th Ave... best spot in da house. Shrimp parm hero, bottle of club soda, and the great show thats called manhattan...
I finished one delicious half of the hero / a couple of gulps of soda water... Discreet silent burbs... Cheezee 50 plus fags in tight tween pants... WHY?
So I'm just starting in on my second half...
When I see her!!!
Mel !!
Melanie Colombo
My stepmother
WICKED STEPMOTHER!!
You know.. the one that slowly killed my dad and ran off with his 15 million in Bal Harbour Florida.
The one who dissapeared after his death
The one who refused oxygen therapy on my dad's diabetic foot sores, so they had to amputate!
The one who fed him Brownies and Corona beer on his diabetic death bed coma.
The one who would NOT leave alone in the presence of his family.
THE ONE WHO HAD HIM CREAMATED WITHIN HOURS OF HIS DEATH TO AVOID AUTOPSY. (How she did that is still a mystery among lawyers and doctors, and yet Miami Police refuse to investigate)
This list is infinite...

Back to Maffei's

Nano seconds felt like hours... It was soo surreal, I didn't know what to do.
Yes I did.
I dropped my slice of fried heaven and bolted out after her.
I heard Dominic (owner of Maffei's) in the distance say "hey buddy you alright" as I dashed out without cleaning up after myself (Dominic is sooo nice, and truly appreciates someone complimenting on his cooking, (which I do all the time))
So there I am slowly sprinting behind her, then beside her making sure it was her.
Oh it was!
Mel= Late 60's Great set of hair (the kind of mane that can be bleached white and still retain lustre and shine) About 5'9" trim / athletic (used to be a physical therapy nurse). Face of a simian (large mouth / flat peppery nose / giant blue eyes) Picture Zera (planet of the apes) and Barbara Eden (present) morphed.. Mel has bad taste in clothes, everything she ever wore was fake designer. She LOVES bootleg Chanel... "why should I have to pay $2000.00 for this bag, when its here for $20.00" she says... I should have known she'd be in NYC... CANAL ST must be her heaven..
So there we were.
Side by side..
6th ave and us... Starbucks...New York Burger Co...Chipotle...
CHIPOTLE
"MEL is that you?"
She glanced at me...
and ignored
"Mel! is me Paul.. Did I gain that much weight?"
She Glared at me now in her cheap pilly ill fitting overcoat, velvet emerald track suit, and slip on Merrill's (my pet pieve shoe company) (of course she'd be wearing them)
......... WHAAAAATTT!!!! (shouted like judge judy)
"what?" I said...
"What now Paul" she said

I WAS ENRAGED!
INFURIATED!
I WANTED TO HIT HER
PUSH HER OVER...

But I didn't
Maybe it was the audience I had now glaring at us through the window of Chipotle...

I went into boarding school behavior...
Sweet, respectful, polite, courteous...
WHY?

Back to Chipotle...

"Mel what are you doing here?'
"were are you headed to?"

She stuttered reluctantly seconds later " T J MAXX"
"OH" I said

I asked her "do you live in NY now?"
She answered "I don't have to answer these questions"
"hows your mother?"

"she's good"

"wow Mel What happened" I said
"its what your father wanted" she said

(INSIDE MY HEAD)
...WHAT YOUR FATHER WANTED?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
TO BE CREAMATED?
HE HAD A PLOT HERE IN BROOKLYN NEXT TO HIS MOM DAD AND DAUGHTER
WHAT WHAT WHAT
YOU ULGY BITCH
WOW THATS A GREAT SHADE OF BLONDE FOR AN OLD LADY..

(Chipotle)

"but why" I say
she started to walk away
she walked away
she was away
gone...

I was left standing in front of Chipotle
the people were looking at me as if they knew what had just happened.
I felt dumb.
So I flipped them off, and walked away.
Sprinted back to the uptown F to 42nd
Front of the train to the 40th st exit
back to 39th st
back to my desk

A weird tear popped out.. literally popped out.. just one
Richard never knew.

I called Chad to tell him.
He always makes me feel better.

I left at 5 that day...
I had to!

In da beginning

2007-01-02T18:16:00.000-08:00

In the early 1960's this horny Clairol chemist Joseph from Brooklyn meets this impressionable Dominican Clairol model Ligia(Nice & Easy box strawberry blonde 63-65). It turns out that this chemist (who also patented the formula for Barbicide) was married with two kids. Ligia was burdened with a big problem of her own as well, she was also married.... to a GAY MAN!!!
Joseph and Ligia (A.K.A Gigi) my parents!

On January 23 1966 I was born (out of wedlock) (such a sin at that time), but hours before I was born Joseph called his house where his wife Jean and son Joe Jr and precious daughter Judy (named after Judy Garland) (bang bang bang goes the trolley) lived, and was comanded to come back home. Timing was so perfect, because looming throughout hospital shadows (Flower Fifth Ave 105st on 5th, the citys best psych ward with a great maternity ward too) was Michael, Ligia's husband. AKA "that Maricón"(faggot).

This and there is where the lies started...

For years I and everyone else was led to believe that Michael was my father, and while Ligia (now Gigi) had divorced Michael, she soon married Joseph when I was 3. When I was 5 Gigi got pregnant again, but aborted it, i'll never forget that night she came home crying..."Mommy mommy what happened" I said. " a cat attacked mommy" she said. She was a wreck for days...
My dad got a vasectomy VERY soon after...
I/we grew up in the city, W 111St off Amsterdam ave, across the street from "the Cathedral of St John the Divine" man that place freaked me out!
I was looked over by Michael's mother (man I loved her), while Joe & Gigi started to build the "GIGI HONEE" empire. Ligia (Gigi) sold off real estate in the Dominican Republic that was left to her by her parents. That was probably the best decision she has ever made til this day.

We soon moved to Flushing, Queens... into a 3 family house and the lanlord was from "yugoslavia" (thats what they called it in the 70's)
Mitsa was her name..
and she molested me several times.
She was into watersports!
I told my parents several times, but they never really believed me cause Mitsa was too nice and too good and useful.
I know they knew deep inside...

I went to St Michaels catholic school. Nuns are evil!
I acted out these "acts" to my 3rd grade teacher to such detail that I shall never forget that shreik she let out...
We soon moved out to a small house in Whitestone.

Gigi was whisked away everyday at 6 in the morning to the "Saddle Ridge Estates" in Long Island to wax the rich in a special room in this giant private house. The owner of this house..Rita was AWESOME. Rita used to watch me on those days off from school when I could go to work with my mom. I was treated like a king, while Gigi waxed countless crotches. I used to watch Rita get ready everytime I was thttp://www2.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifhere. I'd watch her putting on her false eyelashes, putting on make-up, I used to moisturize her legs, I actually used to help her put on her $1000 ponytail. she loved this, so did I, it was the most attention I ever got!
I miss Rita! In the beginning Gigi made $500 a day.. then she was making $1000 a day. She was the fastest waxer in the world.

During this time my dad catalyzed the "formula" To , bought a Plant (factory) in College Point, and started to manufacture...
BOOM!!!
Man it took off..
EXPLODED

We soon moved to Malba (exclusive neighborhood in Whitesone Queens)

Joseph adopted me at the age of 8, even though he was my biological father, Gigi had put Michael as the father on my birth certificate to avoid ummm well umm I still dunno?!?!?

Joe & Gigi were traveling all around the world promoting Gigi Honee. Japan, Israel, Europe, all over the US. This new dipilitory was changing the way we wax... Less pain, less irritation, and best of all LESS SUPERFLUOUS HAIR!!!

I was shipped to boarding school...
Gigi was given a clipping of this school from an ad in the back of "New Yorker" magazine
I remember the phone call that Monday night for directions.. the next day we went to visit the campus...
The following Monday I was a student.
Chartwell Manor in Mendam NJ.
Headmaster Was Terrence Lynch we addresed him as "SIR"

Sir molested me and most of the boys at Chartwell Manor.

You were not a Chartwell boy until you were spanked.
I was a Chartwell boy within a week for no apparent reason.

I went to Chartwell for 3 years.
They pulled me out of Chartwell in the 8th Grade when I showed my mom the welts from a beating with a CANE on my backside. The reason I got the Cane was missing the van from our weekly visits to the Mall.
I couln't sit for a week.

Terrence Lynch has been sued by soo many people and parents. He went to jail but was let out to counsel troubled teens, soon to molest several of them...
He ran off to The Bahamas.
He was caught / He awaits trial again. He's like 80 now
I found and became a member of this yahoo group on "Chartwell Manor"
It does nothing for me?!?!?

I came back home, It was nice to be home everyday.
I finished off at the Windsor school in Flushing.

So much more to tell...
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