Wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours my homies and homettes, good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. I hope that you enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nobody fuck it up for you no matter what goes down.
As for me? I really can’t complain about my weekend. Yesterday, as usual, La Jefa (A Female Boss = My Wife) an I drove around running our Saturday errands. Hey look, even though some men might think that I’m crazy by admitting this, but I really enjoy the alone time with La Jefa, because we get to talk a lot and catch up on somethings. When we got home, I had something to eat, took a nap, walked my baby, watched TV and wrote this post while listening to House music. Some people might find that to be a boring day, but as long as I got my evening free to do whatever the fuck I wanted to, even if I was just scratching my balls and ass the rest of the evening, I was OK with that. That’s the main reason why I like to take care of everything early in the day on weekends.
In other news, I’m happy to say that I didn’t drink any alcohol this weekend, which makes it my 2nd sober weekend. WOO-HOO! I have to admit, that without a fucked up hangover, today I feel like Tony the tiger… Grrrrreat! The way that I have always looked at is, that I have to keep my crazy mind busy on the weekends, in order to stay away from the destructive stinking thinking and weekend binge drinking fiascos. Other than that, I’m good to go.
What up! What up! What up my homies and homettes! I know that I haven’t posted in a couple of days, but that’s because I have been busy like a motherfucker at home and at the salt mines, plus I’m getting ready to see the Assman on Wednesday for my colonoscopy. But don’t worry about it my homies and homettes, after the procedure, I promise, that I will provide all of you with autographed wallet size pics, so you can carry them around in your purses and wallets and show it to your family, friends, co-workers and strangers in public transportation and the streets. So when you get the pics in your inbox, don’t think it’s a wormhole, because it’s my ass.
Also, just as I promised, I’ve stayed sober. As a matter of fact, the Boss made sure that I was fucking busy at home this past weekend, by driving her around, shopping and helping her do the laundry. Plus I went back to playing around with the old music production program my son and I bought a couple of years ago. From my teen years, aside from DJing, I’ve always loved messing around and mixing sounds. As a matter of fact, my dream was always to become a recording engineer, but shit happens, then we move on. Don’t worry kids, I won’t be posting any of my crazy ass music projects on this here crazy, insane and boring blog of mine.
P.S. On Thursday, remember to keep checking your inbox for my pics.
OK my homies and homettes, since this is a three-day weekend for me, which means that I won’t be back to the salt mines until Tuesday, last night I decided to buy two six packs of beer. Yes! Yes! and Yes!… I drank last night. Hey look, even though I’m a weekend warrior, I don’t touch a beer for nobody or nothing on work days, I like to wait until I get home on Friday evenings and get busy. Another thing is, that I haven’t had a cold one in two weekends. Why? Because I really don’t need to drink every weekend.
Even though I’m a weekend warrior, I don’t go to bars, because I find them to be so fucking boring and stupid. I just like to stay home, drink and listen to some good old House music, because I’m what they call a “House Head”. Just in case you didn’t know, I have been what they call a bedroom DJ and I also like to make my own House music since back in the mid 80’s, I just don’t like to show off. I was offered a DJ job in a downtown New York City club back in the early 90’s, while I was working in a New Jersey factory, but I turned it down. WHY? Because music is something that I do from my heart, not for fame and or money. The thing about me that a lot of people don’t know is, that even though I come from a poor Dominican family and I have a good paying job right now, I’m not emotionally attached to money. I know that money is necessary in life, but it’s not everything. I also know that some people don’t see it that way. But do I give a fuck?