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!

Why Blueface And Bluebody Are Racist

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.

OK, as my loyal 1.5 readers might know by now, there has been a lot of racist controversy going on in The U.S. for the last couple of years. From pictures, videos, to publicly made comments made by celebrities, politicians and others. To be honest with you, I might be crazy, but I’m not stupid. I’ve seen what has been going on for so many years, yet nobody has spoken publicly out about it… except for me… HERE AND NOW! What am I referring to? Blueface and Bluebody! Yes, that’s right! Blueface and Bluebody! You see, Blueface and Bluebody are a form of theatrical make-up used predominantly by non-blue performers to represent a caricature of The Smurfs.

Today’s Blueface and Bluebody wearers may claim that they don’t believe in the biological inferiority of Smurfs, but their insistence on blue makeup in these portrayals, especially since the makeup job is usually deliberately unrealistic, is evidence of their ongoing, racist over-assessment of the significance of skin color differences. In this way, Blueface and Bluebody are dehumanizing. I know for a fact, that Papa Smurf and the rest of The Smurfs are on board and agree with me 1000%, that Blueface and Bluebody are fucking racist.

Please people! Stop the hate and racism against The Smurfs! Stop the fucking Blueface and Bluebody already!

#SmurfLivesMatter #SmurfsToo

Peace out my homies and homettes!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

First Sober Weekend!

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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.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!