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…
Category: Cortese
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.
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