My Friend James

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My friend James in 2018.

First things first my homies and homettes! Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

Based on what my older sister told me, James moved into our block with his wife and kids back in the 80’s, soon after, he became a drug addict. I really don’t remember, because back then, I was a teenager who used to be hanging out with his friends all the time, so I didn’t put much attention as to who moved in or out of our block. I do remember getting to know him back in the 90’s. But even though he is a long-time homeless drug addict, I’ve always seen and treated him as a human being.

I remember that back then, we used to have long conversations. He used to tell me how he had his CDL (Commercial Driver’s License) and how he used to have good paying jobs driving big rigs. A couple of times, he even told me, how he was going to get clean, get his license back and move in with family in upstate New York. Another couple of times, he told me how he was trying to get clean and how he hadn’t used drugs for a couple of days. I always told him, that I was happy for him. But sadly, he went back.

You see, for the last couple of years, I’ve seen how age and long-time drug addiction, have taken a toll on James health. He used to be an energetic fast-talker, full of ideas. Now, he barely speaks and walks very slowly. Just like any other day, he asked me for a dollar and as I gave it to him, I asked him if I could take the above picture, because we have been friends for so long, yet I didn’t have a single picture of him. I also told him, that I have a blog and I wanted to do a post about him. He happily agreed.

You see, I know that this might sound crazy to some people, but for a while now, I’ve been thinking about sitting down with my friend James, so he can tell me his story. But I really don’t know what has been stopping me from doing it. I guess that since I’m not a reporter, I don’t know how to go about it. But the more I think about it, the more I want to do it. Who knows, I might wait for the temperature to get warmer and ask him to sit down with me, so I can hear his story.

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

The American Adult Babies

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First things first my homies and homettes! Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

Even though there is a lot of shit going and a lot of social problems that are not being addressed in the America right now. The other morning as I was getting ready to head on out to the salt mines, I came across a news story about how Bloomingdale pulled a “Fake news” shirt off their shelves, only because “one” reporter was offended and tweeted about it. To be honest with you, some people really need to get their fucking heads out of their assholes and buy a little sense of humor.

Hey look, I know, and I am proud, that here in America, we have freedom of speech, but I personally think, that lately, more and more adults are acting like babies. Anything and everything stinks to them, nothing smells good. They are just looking around, trying to find something to complain, bitch and moan about. Actually, that’s one of the many reasons why I deleted my Facebook, Google Plus and Twitter accounts. I just got tired of all the nonsense and bullshit being posted and how many people kept complaining about any little unimportant fucking shit.

The way that I personally see it is, that some people are unhappy with the way that their lives are going and so they want to fuck it up for everyone else, just because. Hey look, from time to time, I too have my bad days, but I sure don’t go around fucking it up for others.

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Why The Hate?

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First things first my homies and homettes! Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.

On a why the hate note! Yesterday, when I left the salt mines, as I was heading down to the subway station, two guys holding hands passed by me. It’s funny, because the first thing that popped into my mind was, how some people can’t see same-sex couples showing affection to one another in public. I started to think about all the shit that the LGBTQIA community has been going through lately in the U.S. and I personally think that it’s just fucking sad.

I remember years back, when they were fighting to legalize same-sex marriage in the state of New York. Even though I’m heterosexual, I was all for it. Why? Because every human being, should be allowed to marry whoever the fuck they want to. No religion, religious believes, religious institutions or books show dictate who the fuck a person can and can’t have sex with and marry.

To be honest with you, I’ve met a couple of homophobes in the past. The thing about them was, the fact that they never tried to hide it. They were very open and vocal about it. The questions that I’ve always asked myself about homophobes are. Why? Why the hate?

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Curious As A Cat

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What up! What up! What up my homies and homettes!? On a curiosity note, ever since I was around 4 or 5 years old, I can remember that I’ve been curious about anything, everything and everyone around me. I used to ask so many questions to my parents and sisters, that sometimes they got mad at me. Even now that I’m 49 years old, I haven’t changed a bit. You see, the thing is, that when I ask certain questions, for example, about homosexuality, most of the times, my family and friends look at me weird. I really fucking hate having to explain myself to them, and tell them that I am not crazy or a homosexual… not that there anything wrong with it. I ask such questions, only because I’m interested about how other human beings feel, think and makes them do what they do or think how they think. Not because I’m interested in the sex act. I mean, I ask my shrink questions about different mental illnesses, but that doesn’t mean that I’m suffering from them or that I am “crazy”, It’s just that I want to learn and understand them. I even ask questions about businesses, but that doesn’t mean that I want to be a businessman.

After a while, the way that I started looking at people who looked at me weird is, that they are closed-minded individuals who really don’t want to learn shit. Is like if they were just put on this planet, to be like robots and or computers and follow commands. To be honest with you, I’ve always like to ask… WHY? Why did you do it this way, rather than doing it that way? Why did you say this, rather than saying that? Why did you go this way, instead of going that way? If inventors, scientists and other curious people never asked questions, where would we be right now? I guess, that what I’m trying to say to my loyal 1.5 readers is, to fuck everything and everybody, never be afraid to ask… WHY?

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!