A little over a year ago I got sucked into drama again. My grandmother was in a state where she couldn’t really talk anymore, and in all sense of the word wasn’t with us anymore. The one thing I fought so hard to do (keeping her in her house) I accomplished, but at the same… Continue reading Drama is a black hole
R.I.P. Grandma, Carol Ione Cortese
Very rarely in life do people get to see what being a truly altruistic human being is, let alone have one intervene to prevent certain disastrous derailments to ones life. Very rarely do you find someone so committed to that cause, they’re even willing to endure the interruptions to their own life. That was my… Continue reading R.I.P. Grandma, Carol Ione Cortese
The Goonies was real…
I can’t write about my father without writing about my mother. Both terrible people. That man hanging himself? Jake Fratelli of the Goonies, pretending to hang himself to escape jail. One afternoon my friends and I rode out bikes over to the $0.75 cent theater. I had a best friend, Manny, who just looked out… Continue reading The Goonies was real…
A childhood monster is dying.
It all started off with this text message. My writing frequency has been down the last few years, mostly due to the finger from hell, but it’s healing the best that it can. I can sort of use it for A’s and sometimes the S key, but for the most part it’s about as useful… Continue reading A childhood monster is dying.
Resetting the course of the future by not repeating the past.
This is my son Jerome. My only son. I have a daughter as well. I love them both. Both of them are well on their way in life, and both of them have pieces of me in them. Today though I’m focusing on him because lately what I see is more of a roadmap of… Continue reading Resetting the course of the future by not repeating the past.
R.I.P. Vincent Cortese
It’s been a lot of mixed emotions hearing of his passing today. My earliest memories of the guy was him screaming at my father. My dad and uncles had given him the moniker of “Crazy Horse” As far as what he was screaming at my father about, who knows? I was maybe 6 or 7,… Continue reading R.I.P. Vincent Cortese
Broken body, a lesson in perception.
2010 to 2013 was a time marked by lots of changes to my body. I was no longer going to age, I was going to fight it with every fiber of my being. I started to walk around the block, and that turned into walking a few miles, which turned into walking with a little… Continue reading Broken body, a lesson in perception.
THE DARK LORD VICTORIUS JANGUS | Chapter II. 60hz.
Chapter II. 60hz. “Mr. Cortese it’s time for our talk!” A voice rang out from a slot in the metal door. Through the slot I could see a mouth, filled with crooked dirty teeth. It was the headshrink, back for another round of giving me a dose of reality. Psychiatry is a funny thing. Despite… Continue reading THE DARK LORD VICTORIUS JANGUS | Chapter II. 60hz.
THE DARK LORD VICTORIUS JANGUS Chapter 1. Re-awakening.
Chapter 1. Re-awakening. I have done a lot of evil things in my life. Things so evil that no amount of piety will ever atone for my sins. Yet I have come to terms with it. I sleep soundly at night, I no longer hear the screams, or wake up screaming myself. Paralyzed with fear,… Continue reading THE DARK LORD VICTORIUS JANGUS Chapter 1. Re-awakening.
13 year olds, climbing mountains…
My son wasn’t always athletically gifted, but he owes a lot to his grandfather. A man that’s not even his blood, spent years teaching him how to play football and how to keep going when your body tells you no. Today he climbed the Santa Cruz Mountains via highway 9. He’s been practicing climbing at… Continue reading 13 year olds, climbing mountains…