I Felt Like Shit

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What up! What up! What up! What up y’all! Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, I just hope that you have a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. As always, enjoy your Monday to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens. On a drinking side of things, today marks my twenty-first day without alcohol and I feel good. Did I feel like drinking this past weekend? I’m not going to lie to you… Yes I did! But what matters the most is, that I didn’t.

On a feeling like shit note! This past Saturday evening something personal happened that no matter how much I tried, I felt like shit. You see, that’s the whole thing about life, that we don’t have control over what others do, think or say. I know that I shouldn’t let nobody fuck up my day, no matter what happens, but that’s not how real life works. I will always have my good days, better days and excellent days. But just that same way, I will have my bad days, worst days and really fucked up days. I just have to deal with them as they come. The one thing that I can tell you is, that unlike some people, I don’t go around blaming my disorders, for every little shit that goes wrong in my life. I’m forty-eights years old and I know better.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Taking Care Of My Grandfather


What up! What up! What up! What up y’all! I Just hope that wherever you are, you are having a great morning, afternoon, evening or night. As always, enjoy your Monday to the fullest and don’t let nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody fuck it up for you, no matter what goes down. As for my drinking. This past weekend was my second alcohol free weekend. But even though it’s Monday and I’m going back to the salt mines (work), I really can’t complain, because I feel GRRRRREAT!

On a Godfather/Adoptive Grandfather note! Since my mother in law was still in the hospital yesterday and her husband was with her, I had to take care of my wife’s grandfather, who is also my Godfather and who I like to call my adoptive grandfather. I got him breakfast from the store and watched some TV with him, even though he kept falling asleep in the sofa and refused to go to bed. I also injected his insulin, which I also do for my wife. I really enjoyed the time with him. Thinking about family, it’s incredible how I get along better with my wife’s family, than my own. The thing is, that my six sisters just love drama and I like to stay away from it all. They are all adults and should know how to deal with life, plus they are all older than me, so they should know better. As for my adoptive grandfather, I don’t mind taking care of him, since I never got a chance to meet either my maternal or paternal grandfathers. I guess that in a way, someone upstairs said… Here you go, a grandfather, so in the end, you can’t complain. Bwahahahahaha!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Me, Myself And My OCD

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Good morning and happy Monday y’all! I know what you are thinking right about now… Who the fuck has a happy Monday Tony? I have to tell you, I do hate Mondays too, but that is only because I have to get back on the old hamster wheel again. To me, Mondays feel like the first day back to work from a short vacation. But like always, I hope that you are having a great morning, noon, evening or night depending on where you find yourself at this moment in time in this crazy planet of ours. Also, don’t forget to enjoy your day to the fullest and please, do not let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

On a OCD note! The other day, for some weird reason, I started to think about the time when I was a kid growing up with OCD. Because of my violent intrusive thoughts, I was always afraid that I was going to snap and hurt myself or others. It wasn’t just the being afraid, it was also the anxiety that it created. I can’t explain how, but for some reason, I knew that I was different compared to my friends. I also thought that I was going to touch someone inappropriately, hurt someone, rape someone or even murder someone. The graphic and detailed images that came with the violent thoughts, were horrible to say the least. Most of the time, I was anxious, afraid or nervous about anything and everything, because my OCD always told me, that something bad was going to happen, especially to me and or loved ones. I guess that what I’m trying to say is, that if you know or meet someone who suffers from OCD, keep in mind, that no matter what happens, that person will never act out his/her intrusive thoughts.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!