THE RETARDED SIX

I was in college just broke up with my first girl friend and my fourth foster father was kicking me out. I needed a job and a place to live. My now x girlfriend was nice enough to hook me up with an interview with the company she worked with. The job I was interviewing for was to live and work in a house with six other adult retarded men. The deal was if I got the job I get a room in the house free food and a hundred bucks a week. Hey as long as I didn’t have to wipe ass It sounded cool to me. And the house was on the beach in Winthrop Ma. It was a gray three family house. The company I worked for had the first two floors and there was a regular family who rented the third floor. I remember walking in for my interview there was this two hundred pound short blond hair lesbian who greeted me at the door. I already knew her. She was my ex girlfriends boss. I think she liked me and yes I mean sexually. She was the one who hooked this whole thing up and basically gave me the job. She was over weight with short hay colored hair and had moles all over her face and arms. She was not the most attractive women on the planet but she was one of the coolest on the planet. My boss boss was this little thin lady with a pot belly, greasy strait hair with greasy skin to match. She whore vintage close not to be fashionable but because those were the close her mother gave her to wear, I never saw her in anything new. Ever time she walked in the door the whole world would go black and white, it was like we were in the forties again. She was a mess to look at but not as bad as her mother who worked there on weekends. Her mother and her looked the same short, bad skin, greasy hair. But her mother had one more ugly super power than her daughter did, Her teeth. I don’t know if I can describe the fucking hideousness of this women’s teeth but I will try. Well for starters she couldn’t close her mouth with out using every muscle in her face. Did you ever see those fake redneck teeth they sell around Halloween time, those were her teeth exactly. The smell that came of these rotting bones hanging from her mouth would make you want to puke. There would be Windex next to every phone in the house on weekends because when she talked on the phone her fucking stank would stick to the phone like bad pussy to a finger. Did you ever smell really bad pussy. Well this was ten times worse than that. But it was coming out of her mouth. If you want to know what it smelled like get a snake and let it shit in your hand and smell it. That’s kind of what her breath smelled like. Now I’m not pulling my own chain but back then the lady’s loved me. I was in shape and looking good. And when I went in for this job I owned the room. These three ladies never had a cutie like me want to work there. I was young and in shape and would be living there. So the job was mine basically. The only question I had was, did I have to wipe ass. There was no way I was cleaning ass off an old retarded guy. She assured me I would never have to do this. These guy were called high functioning. Which meant they had jobs and did pretty much everything on there own. So off we went to meat the guys. I guess I was going to have lunch with them. There were six guys total in the house three down stairs and three up stairs. I would be living up stairswith those guys. We walked up to the second floor to meet the guys they were all in the kitchen getting lunch ready. The first guy I met was Barry. He was in his fifties with a big belly and brown hair and had a huge tong that would swaaaap in and out of his mouth like a monitor lizard every couple of seconds. Later when we got to know each other I would play the tong game with him. It’s kind of like the game when you hold your hands over your friends hands and try to smack them. Well we did this except with my finger and Barry’s tong. As we were watching TV I would slowly put my finger under his chin and he would try and snag my finger with his tong. If he could flick his tong out and snag my finger like an unsuspecting frog on a branch, he gets a point. If I could pull my finger away with out him touching it I get a point. He would win most of the time. And it would fucking grouse me out. Just looking at my finger with a nice coat of slime on it with some food chunks from a week ago would make me gag. But it was fun watching how He would chuckle in triumph every time he snatched my finger. Then there was Charlie I think he was in his sixty’s. He was very thin and his head would move all around the place like it wasn’t attached to the rest of his body. He had a very long neck to Sometimes his head would enter a room before the rest of his body. Then there was Billy, he was around five two with a black mullet. He had silver rings on every finger and a black concert t-shirt on. He looked like a head banger just retarded. We all sat down at the table for lunch. I think we were have veggie soup and peanut butter sandwiches. It was the first time I ever ate lunch with retarded guys before and let me tell you I almost puked. They were talking and there tongs were flapping in and out of there mouths. Food was flying every where. In my soup on my wrist it was like they were having a food fight with there mouths. I was on the verge of puking the hole time. But I knew I had to keep my shit together if I wanted this job. So I sat there and flicked pieces of wet PBj sandwiches off my wrist and face and plucked them out of my soup and smiled.. Lunch was over thank god and we went to meet the other guys.
The next guy I met was Pete he lived on the second floor with Barry and Charlie. Pete was a very quiet guy he didn’t say much to you, especially if he didn’t like you. And Pete sure didn’t like me. He looked almost like a regular dude except for that glaze in his stare when he looked at you. The next guy I met was Leo. he lived on the first floor. None of the other guys liked him because he was the least functioning of the house. Ya see the big thing with retarded people is that they are treated normal, just like anyone else. And for the most part they are except for the hole not being able to understand what the hell they are saying, there tongs swapping in and out of there mouths and no math skills. They all had jobs they dressed themselves and fed themselves. But Leo was the worst of the bunch and the other guys hated him. He was pretty annoying to be honest. He would repeat your name over and over and over. Hi bob how are you bob bobs here to wake me up hi bob I have to wake up bob bob bob bob bob is a nice guy bob likes me right bob. Bob bob bob bob bob bob bob. Ya I think that could get on your nerves. Then there was Ed. He was a big dude. He had a crazy head of gray hair and a big huge belly and a mustache. He ran the first floor he hated Leo the most because he made ED look bad. Leo would be late for the bus every morning and Ed would be ready an hour before the bus came. Hey that would piss me off to. But Ed didn’t like me at all. Before me there was all women working at this place and now there was another Alfa male in the house and someone had to be bitched out. I guess the last guy that worked there Ed chased around with a butcher knife and tried to kill him. Not knowing I would have my own knife experience with this big gorilla. My job was to be there from eleven at night to eight in the morning five days a week. The other days and hours I could do what I wanted. I just had to make sure ever one was up and off to work and then I could go back to bed. One morning I went down stairs and Ed was in a foul mood bitching about Leo not being up. So I went into the kitchen to calm him down. He was pacing back and forth not even listening to me. He had around a hundred and fifty pounds on me. So I told him he had to chill out and relax that’s when all hell broke loose. He stared yelling at me – don’t tell me what to do you can’t tell me what to do. That’s when I said yes I can. very calm and professionally. I was talking like I had a degree in psychology. Ed please just relax and lets talk about this. And that made him even madder. And that’s when he picked up the knife and started screaming at me. But the thing Ed didn’t know was that I was a fucking phyco too, and when he picked up that knife I lost my shit at the top of my lungs I said – going head you mother fucker stab me but I’m going to stab you right back and then I’m going to beat the shit out of you mother fucker. Now I don’t think that is in any of the books on how to deal with mentally retarded patients but it worked. Ed was so fucked up that some one Yelled back at him. He was so scared of my rage that his anger turned into fear. That’s right now he was afraid of me beating the piss out of him that he pussy right out. He said I’m sorry bob I didn’t mean to yell Its just that Leo is going to make me late I’m sorry Bob. I then got my shit together and told him to sit and wait in the living room and not bitch anymore. I would take care of Leo for him. He said ok and we never had a problem again. Now I’m not telling anyone to get into a knife fight with a retard but it worked that day.
Now as far as Leo goes I don’t have to much to say about him. This may sound harsh but because he was so annoying to be around always repeating your name over and over I didn’t really hang out with him to much. I could see why the other guys didn’t like him he was fucking annoying ass hell, Bob Bob Bob Bob Bob. I amost went crazy just being around him.
I remember the second day on the job I was waking up at six to make sure everyone was up and doing what they were suppose to. I had to take a wild shit So I was in the bathroom enjoying a nice cramped filled doo doo. When I jump off the toilet and started screaming like a little bitch. There was an animal on the sink and I didn’t know what the fuck it was I just started hitting it with the plunger as hard as I could and screaming. That’s when Barry opened the door and he was laughing his ass off. He came in grabbed the hairy monster and put it on his head then he grab its teeth and put them in his mouth. This asshole was bald and had no teeth. I guess he was in the bath room before me and left his wig and teeth on the sink but the way he put them one on top of the other it looked like a critter of some sorts. He walked out laugh and saying my name. I was fucking pissed. Mother fucker got me and got me good. I don’t think there is a more humiliating thing than having some retarded guy laugh in your face and pointing at what an asshole you are.
There was one time I had this chick come over after hours. My job started at eleven at night and by the time most of the guys were in bed so it was just me alone. I would have these chicks come over after eleven and hang for a wile. It was harmless I would just bring them into my room and bang and then most of the time they would leave. Oh ya one thing I would never tell new chicks that I lived at my job. I would just say I had really weird roommates. The look on there faces when a couple of these guys would come out was priceless. It was night of the living dead. Just these old retarded guys all sleepy eyed coming at ya. These guys weren’t stupid either. If they heard me bringing a chick in they would wake up to meet her. Just because you are retarded doesn’t mean you don’t love pussy. These guys are horny all the time. They would come out go to give these chicks a hug hello and they would grab a boob. I would scold them for it but that didn’t stop them. Barry don’t do that I would say. Starryyy baaaaaab That sorry bob in retard for those of you who are not fluent. She would say oh its ok he’s fine. Oh great I had to spend a hundred bucks on you and listen to all your hopes and dreams for three hours just to get a shitty hand job. This guy drools on his shirt he gets to turn your tits like radio nobs you Liberal douche. These guys liked sex boy or girl it didn’t matter. When I first started working there I would walk around in my underwear in the morning. Back then I had the body for bikini under wear so that’s what I had. Well if these guys like you they mimic you. So there next clothing voucher they went to the store and they all bought bikini underwear. It was disgusting these old retarded men walking around in pastel colored bikini underwear. There was ass hanging out nuts every wear. It was just wrong. Well one night I heard my name being called from Barrys room so I went in there to see what he wanted. When I got there he was laying on his bed with his tail green bikini underwear on. I said Barry what do you want? He then told me to leave and so I did. I heard it again my name over and over. Baaaab oh ya Baaaaaaaab ya bab ya bab. I ran into his room and there Barry was with his underwear down to his ankles jerking off to me. I was flattered and mad at the same time. I told him never to do that again and left the room. I didn’t want to be mean to the guy. I mean he could have used his retard strength to make me suck his hooked hog. Then were would be in this story.
So anyways back to my story about the girls I would bring back. One night I had this Italian girl I new from when I was younger. I never got any sexy off her because we were to young at the time. But now she was a dirty slut. Someone pimped her and she liked it. We were making out and getting naked on the floor. Just when I was about to put it in her puss puss. She leaned in and told me to fuck her ass. Now I’m not a real big fan of ass fucking But I guess she was and I’m not a party pooper. So I wet the tip of my hog and pushed it into her ass. Ya raw dog you fagot. This was in the early nineties there was no aids back then. So we were just getting into it when I heard my name being called. Not in a dirty I’m jerking off to you kind of way like Barry was doing more like please help me bob. So I pulled my fudge sickle out of her ass and moved toward the bathroom. When I got there I could hear Pete whispering out my name. I open the door and almost puked. There was Pete standing there with shit all over him and the bathroom. It looked like he wet shit his pants and someone spun him wile he was dong it. It was everywhere. I was freaking out. I had this hot Italian chick wanting it in her ass in the other room, And this guy standing in shit asking for my help. I threw him in the shower hosed him down made him take his close and clean up the shit on the floor with his close and some towels. Then we took the close and towels and put the in the shower and he cleaned them then I made him get some Windex and wipe everything down. It took me like ten minutes. And the was great time. If you saw how much shit I had to clean up I should be in a record book some where. But the smell and the brownness of it all had entered my brain. I went back in the room to this girl lying naked on my floor. Just wanting me to stick my mule in her ass. But I couldn’t I would have puked on this girls back side. She was like come on baby fuck me in the ass. I was like look I just cleaned up a bunch of ass in the bathroom and I don’t think I can do that right now. I told her she should just go and she did. I never saw her again. So if you read this whatever your name is I would love to finish the ass fucking we started. So in the end I had to clean up shit. I knew it the day I started that job that some day I would have to clean up shit in some form.
If any of you are familiar with my scaring people joke well this house is were I got it from. The guy on the first floor Billy was scared of his own shadow. He would turn all the lights in the house on every night after I would go to bed. I would then wake up to my boss yelling - at me that all the lights were left on last night. I would tell her I shut them out. I couldn’t figure it out, until one night I went down stairs turned all the lights out and hid in the bathroom. Sure enough as soon as this little mother fucker thought I was gone Billy would sneak out of his room and turn all the lights back on, cursing my name the hole time. Fucking baaaaaaab what and asshoooooole baaaaaaab. So I went back out and turned the all the lights back off and rubbed against his door. I ran back into the bathroom and waited for him to come out. He did but this time he was freaked out. He stuck his little head out side his door and said. Baaaaaaaaaaaaab ita tat dew baaaaaaaaab. When he thought it was safe he went back out and turn the lights back on. I did this again and again but the last time I turned the light in the bathroom off. I left in on all these times so he wouldn’t come into the bathroom were I was hiding like a fourteen year old girl. He started to the bathroom were I was hidding. I was hiding behind the door giggling with excitement knowing what was about to happen. He reached in to turn the lights on and I jumped out like the boogie man and screamed RAAAAAAAAAAAAAW. I thought I killed the little guy. He jumped back and fell to the floor convulsing screaming. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo noooooooooo do da dooooooooodaaaaaaaaaaaaa taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaago. Something like that. As he was shaking on the floor I was pissing my pants I thought I might have scared him normal. Like he might just get up and say hey dude thanks I have been waiting my hole life for someone to do that. Then I could go around the world curing retarded people by hiding in closets. But that didn’t happen he got so mad at me. He got up pushed me and told me to FUT OFF. I was dying for like an hour I couldn’t stop laughing. Just remembering his tough falling out of his mouth, His eyes rolling in the back of his head and his little hands fluttering to get the monster away. So that’s were I got the scarring people joke. I wound up working there for I think two or so years. It was one of the best jobs I ever had. These guys became my friends. My comedy started taking off around a year and a half into this job. I started having a hard time making it home on time to do my job. I started having to take days off for shows and it was getting way to much for me to handle So I had to quit. Leaving those guys was a very hard thing to do. They had become part of my family. I love them and I miss them. I don’t know if there still alive because they were old when I knew them. But I will always remember them. They were six of the coolest mother fuckers I have ever or will ever meet in my life. And I thank god for putting them in my life.

MY FATHERS

MY FATHERS

First off, I know some of these stories are not laugh out loud funny. I just wanted to go another way for a while. Not that I had you rolling on the ground with my last posts. Just know, the whole time I’m writing these stories, about every five to ten minutes I itch my asshole and smell it. Now, that’s said, lets get into it.
I have had four foster fathers, two step fathers and one real father. So, let’s start with my so called, real dad. I don’t know too much about him now, because we don’t talk. But, I will tell you what I know about him.
My fathers name is Steve.  He met my mother when she was fifteen and knocked her up with my sister. So you know they weren’t in love. They probably were drinking Schlitz and banged in some bush at a park. Ya, that’s right my mother was banging at fifteen. My mother came from an Irish Catholic family, so they had to get married. He was a good looking guy and from what I can tell, pretty smooth with the ladies. One of the reasons, I never got to know my father was because he was over in Vietnam when I was born. There is something about having a Vietnam vet as your dad.  I guess buy the time he got home my mother was finished with him. The way my father tells the story is he got home from Nam and my mother was fucking around on him.  I guess he tried to kill her or something, so they got a divorce.  I mean, can you blame him. You were just in a fox hole killing little dark haired charlies for two years.   You come home, your country hates you, and your wife is getting duked in the cheese by some comi fuckhead.  Like all vets he came home with a little thing called a drug addiction. From what he told me, he liked to drive around with a case of cough medicine in the seat next to him. So, from the time I was born, I never knew him.  My mother went back to my grandmother’s.   I grew up there. That was the only family I knew. I will get back to my real dad, or as my mother likes to call him, the sperm donator.
Ok, here I am, happy, living with my five uncles, two aunts, grandmother, grandfather, mother and sister, in one small house. It was like eight is enough. All of a sudden there was this guy hanging around. His name was Billy Manchington. He was six/ four, black hair that parted to the side and he had a mustache. I remember he would come by and we would go to these cool places that my mother never took me. Places like Bensons Animal Farm, Canobe Lake Park, and the beach. I didn’t understand it.   I was in kindergarten. When your that young, your like a dog, you like everyone.  Especially, people who give you treats.  This guy would give us a lot of treats. It happened so fast, one day I was living with my family, and the next we were moving into this strange apartment on the other side of town with this tall guy.  I remember the first day we moved in.  They took me to my room.  Holy shit my room.  I have never had my own room. My sister, mother and me shared a room, with my uncle my whole life.  But, now I had my own room with a door.  I was in heaven.  I remember opening the door to my room.  There was a brand new bed, a brand new desk, and a brand new toy box with all brand new toys. It was like fucking Christmas.  I have never felt that much joy in my life.  It was like a drug.  I didn’t know what to say.  Everything was fucking amazing.  This new tall dark guy was the shit. I think I even started calling him Dad.  Hey you, buy me enough shit, now I will call you daddy.  But, all this joy and excitement was replaced with fear, loneliness and hate.
In my room, I had this little alcove that had a little tv in it.  I would sit in there on my bean bag and watch TV for hours.  One night, I was in there, and the sun was going down.   Everything was still great, and that’s when I heard a noise coming from the kitchen.  I woke up and walked out to the kitchen, and that’s the day my life changed forever.  Up until this point in my life I had never experience violence or abuse.  I had never even seen it on tv. I just didn’t know people could treat other people like that. I just knew love.  I was fucking kid for Christ sakes.
As I open the door to my room to go into the kitchen, I was about to experience all that  bullshit for the first time and not the last.
My sister was on the floor with the phone cord wrapped around her body, crying like I have never seen someone cry before.  My mother was hunched over on the floor next to her, holding her stomach, trying to hold back her tears but loosing.  I stood there in shock for a second, not knowing what the fuck I was looking at.  The two people I loved the most in the world had been hurt bad and I didn’t know what to do. Then I saw him passing back and forth like a caged panther waiting to strike again.  My mother saw me and grabbed us, and took us both into my sister’s room.  They were both crying hysterically.  I just shut the door and locked it.  All of a sudden, he was there at the door like a horror movie.  Banging on the door, yelling at us to open the fucking door or he will smash it in.  I just stood against it, trying to hold him back from my sister and mother.  With every bang, I twitched. I knew I couldn’t let that thing get to them.  I had to hold the door and protect them.   I tried, but I could hold him back.  He smashed the door open with his foot.  I went flying back against the wall. The door smashed me in the face, and I hit the floor dizzy.  My sister screamed like a real monster was coming. I don’t remember what he said.  He just yelled something and left.  We all just sat there in shock, holding each other crying.
This went on for five years. This big bully took advantage of us.   Abused my sister, mother and me.  But, over the years, my tears turned to hate, my fear turned to rage. Getting thrown down a flight of stairs because your five minutes late.  Getting punched in the face because you don’t do what you’re told.  Getting wacked in the back of the head every time you say something stupid; will do that to you.  Humans are made to survive.  Over the years, I learned that the only way to fight this asshole is to be as violent as him. The day it all changed, is when I tried to stab him.  I don’t know what the fight was about.  He was fucking with me, and we got into it.  He started yelling at me. I was done taking it.  I was done being a little kid, and no one helping me.  I snapped, and got a nice fat steak knife out of the drawer and went after him.  To my surprise, he ran.  I was chasing this big asshole around the house, with a knife, and it was great.  It was the first time I felt empowered.  I could beat this guy.  My mother came running downstairs and grabbed me.  I was flipping out.  I was in rage.  All my anger, all my hate was coming out at this guy.   I had a knife in my hand and he knew I wasn’t fucking around.  While my mother was holding me back, he called me a punk.  He stuck his hand out and said “go ahead, stab me, you punk”.  I didn’t even hesitate.  I swung the knife down as fast as I could to stab his hand.  He pulled away, in horror.  He didn’t think I was going to do it. But, I would have plunged that knife into this cunt, until they pulled me off him.  I did it. I won.  He was finally scared of me, instead of me being scared of him.  I beat this fucking monster.  Later that afternoon, we were out in the backyard, trying to get a stump out of the ground.  It was uncomfortable for both.  I mean, I was just trying to stab this asshole and now were doing yard work.  There was a hatchet I was using to get this stump out.  I raised it over my head and this fagot jumped back like a little bitch. I had this six foot fag, gun shy of me killing him.  I just laughed.  The sad part of this whole thing was that I was in the fifth grade.  I was a kid and I had enough rage and hate in me that I would do anything not to get hurt again.   

 Not only did I have to deal with basic kid shit for those five years.  I had to deal with this psycho at home.  I just wanted to hide in a box and never come out.  He would fuck with my head, as well as, give me a nice whack, in my cute Cuban dome.  If he was in a fight with my sister, he would buy me a nice toy and get me on his side.  Same with my mother.  He would buy us both a toy.  I mean, we were kids.  If the monster you are afraid of is treating you nice, you take it.  Plus, I like toys, as some of my fans know.  You could by me a pineapple and lee press on nails and I’m happy.
My mom finally told this asshole to fuck off, and she wanted a divorce. But it was too late for me.  I was already fucked. So, we moved out of our house and moved into this shitty, two bedroom apartment around two blocks away.  It was like going from a mansion, to the projects.  My mom gave my sister and me our own rooms, and she took the living room.  Even though it was two blocks away, it was very different.  My mother had to work almost everyday to keep us afloat.  Me and my sister were not getting along.  So, I was alone everyday and it sucked.  So, I did what any good kid would do.  I went into a nice depression.  I just wanted to sleep everyday all day.  I couldn’t face the fucking day.  I was in sixth grade.  In the last five years, I went from being a happy fun loving kid to this rage filled, lonely, depressed ass; with no friends.  I would get up in the morning, kiss my mother goodbye like I was going to school.  I would head out the front door and go around to the back into the basement; where I had a corner with a pillow, a 13 inch TV and a blanket.   I would sleep all day.  I just couldn’t face the world.  I just shut down.  The only thing that I could do was sleep the whole day away.  I did this for like, two weeks, until I got caught.  I think it was a Wednesday, around one in the afternoon.  I woke up from my coma.  I was hungry but, I had already eaten my lunch.  So, I was just going to run to the store real quick and get some snacks.  I had to be quick because if anyone saw me, like a neighbor, I was fucked.  So, I opened the hatch to my depression chamber and ran full out with my head down, to the store to get a Susie Q.  I was flying down the street, not looking where I was going, and I bumped into someone.  I said sorry, and tried to go on my way.  That wasn’t going to happen.   As I went to leave, I looked up and it was my mother.  She was shocked, what are you doing home.  I told her I had a half a day, and she bought it.  I was so happy.  I went and bought my Susie Q’s.  I was on my way back to hang with my mom, with a big creamy smile on my face.  I walked in the door about to offer my mom one of my pastries, as I heard her yell my name.  As a kid, you get to know your mother’s tone.  There is the Bobby, that means:  come here dinner’s ready.  Then there is the bobby.  Which is: left a mess in the kitchen, or you ate something you were not suppose to.  Then there is ROBERT PATRICK KELLY!  Which means:  your fucked.   Her tone was the third, so I knew I was fucked.  I guess my teacher called to see how sick I was because I hadn’t showed up for school, the last two weeks.  I was in sixth grade.  I didn’t know how to tell my mother I was in a depression because of the last shitty five years of my life and I resented her for it.  I just took my punishment, swallowed all the pain and shut down.  I got good at swallowing pain and shutting down.  That’s when I found my new friend that would be there for me and help me meet other friends.  He took away all my pain and loneliness.  Made me feel like superman.  That friend was drugs and alcohol. It would be my only real friend, for the next few years.  This is also when my second stepfather came into my life.  His name is Larry Borsetti.  He was an old fashioned Italian guy.  He liked cooking, singing and listening to oldies.  One of the nicest guys on the planet.  If he was my dad from the beginning, I would have been a different kid.  But, he wasn’t.  He came into my life a couple of years too late.  You see, I had been alone for too long and now I had a new buddy that made me feel great. I'm working on the rest of this story now. It will be finished in the next couple of days.

FOSTER HOMES PART 1

I want to talk about foster homes. I was in a few of them. Not because I
didn't have a family. In fact I have a great family. When I was growing
up before I started getting into trouble I had a great family life. There
were thirteen of us living under the same roof. It was my five uncles,
two aunts, grandmother and grandfather, great grandmother, and my mother,
sister and me. It was a small four-bedroom house. We had people sleeping
on the sun porch, the basement, there was one room my uncle slept in
there was only enough room for a twin bed and a thin dresser and that's
it. We had to eat in shifts at dinner. It was cramped but it probably was
the best time of my life. My uncles were like my older brothers my aunts
were like my sisters, my grandparents were like my mom and dad. And then
there was my mother and sister. It was the only time in my life that I
can remember that I had some sort of real family experience. I can
remember just having fun. My uncles would include me in everything they
did, even drinking. I remember every time I would get them a bear they
would let me open it and take a sip. Now I had five uncles and there
friends and they would drink more than one beer apiece so you could
imagine how trashed I would get. And I was only in the first grade at
that point. It was fun for them to see little spiff getting drunk. (That
was my nick name SPIFF) they called me that because my mother would
always dress me in a bow tie and suspenders. Now all this went to hell
because of my drinking and drugs. I almost lost my whole family every
single one of them.

So know you know the reason I was in a foster home wasn't because I had a
shitty family life, or that I was an orphan. It was because my drinking
and drug use pushed them away and I couldn't be with them. And if there
is no place for you to go when you get out of juvy they place you in one
of these shit holes. Foster parents are a weird bread. Most of them don't
want kids in there homes because they can't have kids themselves or that
they just love kids so much, they do it for the money. That's right you
get paid to keep kids in your house. I don't know how much but they get
money and I'm sure some type of tax brake. So its not millionaires
adopting kids, Its usually poor middle class family's who need the extra
cash. You have to eat what they have which is usually cereal for
breakfast Mac and cheese or some kind of boloney sandwich for lunch. And
hot dogs and beans for dinner. What ever is easy and the cheapest to make
is what you got. I got better food in jail seriously. The fist home I
went to was in Lynn mass. The house was blue and set in the back of two
other houses' you had to go down someone else's driveway to get to it. It
was a small three-bedroom house. I forget the parent's names but they had
a daughter who was around 4 or 5 and another foster kid. He was what they
called a long-term foster kid. And he was an asshole. The parents were
kind of cool. The mother was a fat white lady tough bitch too. I wouldn't
fuck with her. She wasn't an asshole but when she got mad she scared the
shit out of me. She turned into a truck driver. The husband was the same
way. He came off kind of stupid but when he got mad you really didn't
want to fuck with him. I liked both of them. They smoked drank and did
drugs. They also liked the WWF and playing darts, total white trash
family. Their daughter was cool to. She was always dirty from eating some
kind of candy or pop sickle. She had cute blond hair and she was always
in a dress. The mother was a stay at home mom witch sucked because she
was always there when I was. The dad was I think a mechanic or something.
He would always be in a blue shirt and his hands would be dirty from
grease. The other foster kid I think his name was Matt, now this kid was
a jerk off. I hated this type of person. Someone who doesn't even give
you a chance. They just make their mind up on how there going to treat
you and follow through. And he made his mind up that I was an asshole. He
was tall thin with black strait hair He had bangs too, like one of the
hardy boys. I always hated guys with perfect hair. They could part their
hair down the middle and feather it back. I cold never do that because of
all my cowlicks and curls. I was Irish with an Afro fuck my hair sucked.
This perfect haired jack off and me had to share a room. It was small
with bunk beds and one 13-inch TV that I could never watch. This little
13 inch TV had cable and the playboy channel. This motherfucker wouldn't
let me watch his fucking TV even when he wasn't home. I had just gotten
out of juvy after being there for three months. I hadn't seen a girl or
porn nothing for three fucking months and this square couldn't let me
jerk off one time to his shitty TV. Yet every night I could here him jerk
off trying to be quiet. Think Steve Byrne stirring Macaroni and cheese
bit. I would here him watching the playboy channel. He would only watch
it if he thought I was sleeping. So every night I would fake snore till I
heard him click that fantastic channel on. And then I would lean my head
over the side of the bed so I could catch a glimpse. One time he caught
me looking over the bed and he pulled his TV all the way in to his bed so
I couldn't even get a corner of a tit in my view. He even turned it way
down so I couldn't hear a mown. If I had the Playboy channel and a kid
moved into my foster home I would let him jerk off all the time to it.
Shit I would have a circle jerk let's just stay up here in my room and
chuck kids from our hogs till were 18 and ready to go out on our own. But
not this asshole, He hated the fact that I was there and in his space.
You see he was the special little mike. I just remember his name that's
why it's the first time you have heard it. I would watch his TV when he
was out anyways. I'm mean; fuck him he had no guy code so why should I
respect him. One day when he was out there I was watching some good soft-
core porn with my dick in hand when all of a sudden I hear someone
running up the stairs and into my room. I just got my dick back in my
pants by the time they got to the door. But I didn't have enough time to
change the channel never mind shut off the dam TV. Boom the door opens it
was mike and he had caught me red handed watching his TV. He was pissed -
are you watching my TV? I told you not to touch my stuff. I didn't say
anything to him not sorry not fuck you nothing I just stared at him, as
if to say if you keep yelling at me I'm going to brake your fucking jaw.
He sensed my anger and ran out of the room to tell on me. I hate fucking
Rats. Kids who knew they couldn't stand up for them self's so they had to
rat you out to an adult. I could hear him bitching to my foster mom. He
was watching my TV and I told him he couldn't. Then to my surprise she
lied for me. She told him she told me to go upstairs and watch it because
her daughter was watching something down stairs. Then he started yelling
at her witch lasted one point two seconds. If he thought my glaze of
death was scary imagine this little tank of hate fucking stairing back at
you. He came up stairs beaten. He was out number and all alone. In the
place were he use to be king he was nothing now. He just got a nice smack
of shut the fuck up right in his face. You see this lady had code. She
never had money for cigs and I always did. Well I didn't have money but I
had chicks that would buy me cartons of smokes and mail them to me. And I
would always have a carton of Newport's sent along with my Marlboros. And
when she would need buts I would give her a pack and tell her not to
worry and she loved me for that, She owed me for that. I figured that lie
cost around five packs of buts but it was worth every cent. This ass
packed a bag and just left. He came back late that night went to bed and
within a week he was gone. He didn't leave over just this. He was done
with his foster care anyways this just speeded the process up a little.
But now I had this room all to my self. I jerked off like 18 times a day
just to celebrate.
My foster parents had these two friends that lived next door. The girl
was 21 and had a kid from some other guy. Her boyfriend was this little
shredded guy. He was small but could fight. He would always talk about
kicking someone's ass. I don't know if it was true but I was like 14 so
what did I know. They were cool people. The guy would take me out and get
me high and the girl would make out with me and touch my cock here and
there. And both of them would tell me not to tell the other. I was stuck
in the middle of this great porno me being the star.

I want to tell the story of how all this came about. This lady was my
foster moms friend her and her boyfriend would come over all the time and
party with my foster parents. I would always be there and hang out with
them. I knew how to hang out with adults and not get in the way. Simple
things like getting them a beer when they need it, not talk too much shit
like that. And when I was drinking all the kids I hung out were older so
I knew how to handle myself. So we would all hang out and play darts and
watch TV and smoke. And after doing this a couple of times this chick
started flirting with me. Nothing to crazy but I would catch her staring
at me. She would lick her lips at me like a French kiss when no one was
looking. All this sit turned me on so fucking much. Then there was one
night her boyfriend was not there and my foster parents went into the
kitchen and it was me and her playing darts. It was fucking crazy as I
went up to pull the darts out of the board for my turn she came up behind
me and started feeling my ass. I turned around and she stuck her tough in
my mouth and we started making out right there with my foster parents in
the other room. It was so fucking hot. We played this game for a wile she
would come over and when no one was looking we would touch and kiss. I
never thought it would go much farther than that. I mean I was 14 and she
was 21 and had a kid and had a boyfriend. I was some punk out of juvy.
One night the guys went out because my foster mom was have some naughty
nightie party. So was I confined to there room because they had a TV up
there. I was not aloud to come down for any reason. Which was cool with
me they rented me wrestle Mania on video so fuck it. I was sitting up
there totally in to the TV when she came up and knocked on the door. I
said come in and there she was in this dirty little outfit my dick I
think stuck strait up like a dogs tail. She shhhhhhed me and ask me if I
liked this outfit she had on. I shook my head like a downy and I think I
even drooled a little. She spun around you could see her pussy lips
coming out of the side and her ass was so tight. She had little tits but
nice thick nipples and they were always hard. Then she walked over to me
and felt my cock just to make sure it was hard smiled and shhhhhhhhed me
one more time and left. God dam all I thought about was fucking her from
that day one, Then the worst thing that could happen t happen. I got the
call from my probation officer telling me they found me a new home. This
foster home was short-term care, which means you stay there for a couple
of months until they can find you a long term foster home, and they found
me one. I was frantic I didn't want to go this place was cool. But there
was nothing anyone could do. I had two days to get my shit packed and
ready to go to this new home. It was in Athol mass which is out in the
fucking boon docks. That's how shit worked when you were a ward of the
state they could just move you any were they want and there is nothing
you can do. The next two days went by fast. I remember I had like two
hours before I got picked up, and the phone rang. It was the chick next
door. She wanted to know if I could go to the store and get her milk.
Witch I thought was weird but fuck it I went to the store and got her
some milk. I got up stares and half expected her to be naked waiting to
send me off like a sailor. But she wasn't she had on some old sweatpants
and a t-shirt her kid was running around playing. I sat down and we
talked for a wile about me leaving and then I said I had to go and shower
before they picked me up. That's when she said those magic porno words.
You can take one here. My hart almost jumped out of my chest along with
my dick. So I went into the bathroom and got naked then she knocked on
the door and walked in. I was standing there with my pecker out but she
pretended not to look. She walked over to the shower and turned it on and
told me if there is anything else just yell. As she was walking out I
grabbed her and kissed her. It was hot me fully naked in an older women's
house and then her kid started crying. Fucking cock blocker her kid was.
She said I have to go and left me there with a nice hard cock. I start to
shower scrub my balls and ass when the water stared getting fuck cold. I
didn't know how to change it to hotter. Ok I did but I wanted her to come
back in to the bathroom. I yelled her name a couple of times and she came
to the door I explained to her the problem and she open the curtain and
lean over to adjust the water. Her head was right next to my cock. As she
was finished she looked right at it and broke. You know that look were a
girl is trying to control herself sexually and then they see your cock
and all the power runs out of there face and they just grab it like ok ok
you win give me that cock. And that is exactly what happen. She looked
over at it and just broke. She started licking it and grabbing it with
her hands. I jumped right out of the shower and started kissing her. We
rolled around the bathroom for a minute and worked are way to the
bedroom. She wasn't fucking around anymore. She through me on the bed and
went down on me. Talking to me saying. You think about me sucking this
all the time don't you? Again I turned into a retard and shook my head
yes. Then she pulled her panties down and pushed my head to her pussy.
That was the first women pussy I had ever seen never mind licked. She
then pulled me up on top of her she wanted to fuck. She reach under and
grabbed my cock and place the tip right on her pussy lips and started
rubbing it over her clit to make it wet. And then she put the tip in. I
don't think there is a better feeling when you're just about to fuck and
the head of your cock pushes in her pussy and with one thrust you break
the seal. You can feel every inch of your cock going in until it hits the
end of your shaft and then you pull out slow. God this felt good. And
that's when I heard a loud knock at the door. Over and over like someone
really wanted to get in. I knew her boyfriend didn't live with her so I
thought it was him knocking. We jumped out of bed and I ran to the
bathroom to find my close. I could her the knock over and over. Then I
heard her voice. It was my foster mother. I guess my probation officer
was here to pick me up to go to the new foster home. I put my close on as
fast as I could and walked out of the bathroom. By that time my foster
mom had gone and she was sitting there with her kid. It was over, I had
to go, the mood was broken and I was fucking bullshit. I tried to get her
back in the room but she would have none of it. She walked me to the door
and hugged me and kissed me and said to call her and someday we will try
this again. I went down stairs went back to my house grabbed my bags and
left. The ride to the new foster home was one of the longest rides of my
life. I even told my probation officer what happen witch could have been
risky. I could have gotten into a lot of trouble and I could have gotten
her arrested. She was 21 I was jail bate. But I had to tell someone. Guys
we fuck for the story to tell another guy what we did so they can tell
you one of there's or just praise you for being a sexual god. Lucky he
was into it. He made me tell him details. I think he wanted to go back
and try and bang her himself. Well needless to say I never saw her gain.
Or even my foster parents.

I left for my new foster home in Athol Mass. Now this place really
sucked. I went from a porno foster home to the middle of fucking no were.
Have you ever been driving and you look out the window and say to the
person next to you. Shit dude I could never live here. I would kill my
self. That's were this place was. I remember falling asleep in the car on
the way there and when I woke up I looked out the window in horror. We
were going through this small town. There were little family shops. No
brand name shit no Mickey D's No Dunkin Donuts. Just these store fronts
and old buildings; I didn't even know what they were selling in them. I
just knew I was fucked. We drove by a bar and the name of the fucking
place was Bar. You know it's a fucked up town when they don't even care
enough to think of a clever name. They just want a place to get hammered
so they don't feel the guilt of fucking their daughters. We took a left
and went over this bridge and just at the end of it to the left there was
this white house. We took the left and pulled into the driveway. Here I
was at the new long-term foster care. That's right that meant I would be
her until I was eighteen. Holly fuck I just wanted to start running and
not stop until I saw a subway, Mickey D's, I would have settle for a
super cuts Anything but this little house on the prairie bullshit. But it
was ether this or go back to jail. So fuck it, I will go to school with a
lunch in a wooden bucket and do my homework on a little chalkboard.

I will finnish this story when I get back from Brazil. There are two more
foster homes to talk about. and please feel free to comment on this or
any of my other blog stories. Thanks for reading

A FIGHT STORY

I was going to talk about some fights I have had in my life. Let me just say by no means am I a tough guy. I have gotten my ass kick plenty of times almost near death a couple times. Fighting sucks no matter how you try and spin it. I have felt bad when I got my ass kick and I have felt worse when I kick some ass. I have come to the conclusion that the only reason why someone fights is because there scared. Now I’m not talking about professional fighters like boxers, UFC and K1 those guys really know how to kick ass. I’m talking about the average street fight. The only time I ever fought was because I was afraid of what might happen to me. And I also had a lot of rage from my second step farther who slapped me around on me regularly, but that is for another blog post.
There are a bunch of fights that I could talk about. There is the one were I got my ass beat almost to death. There are the ones were I knocked the mother fucker out. And there a bunch other little ones in the middle. I want to talk about the one were I shit my pants. It was a summer night I was hanging with all my friends from the park. All my friends were older than me and real tough kids. Needless to say they got me into most of my fights. I was drunk of course and we decided to go over to Somerville. Somerville was the next town over from Medford where I lived. And we hated each other. There was this church that we just happen to walk by and there was a bunch of kids hanging out side the parking lot. I guess they had some type of late night communion class or some horse shit. So me and my drunken friends decided to go over and cause some trouble. I was shit faced and I had to take one of the biggest dumps of my life. I had been holding this shit cake in my ass for like two hours but I was so drunk I kept forgetting about it. And then all of a sudden I could feel the dog start to wag his tail and I would have to stand still for like five minutes until the muscles in my ass could take back over and fight this wall of shit. At this point I had full control over my ass. I was walking around the parking lot looking to start some trouble. And that’s when I saw her. She was blonde blue eyed and fucking gorgeous and she was looking right back at me. Dam I don’t think there is a better feeling in the world than looking across at a girl who is looking right back at you with that same look your giving her. The look of I want you to bitch. So I called her over. I got right up close to her and started asking her what her name was, and where she was from and I ws telling her how beautiful I thought she was. I totally forgot about this meat loaf that was dying to exit my body. This chick was into me and I was into her. It was going great just then this kid about my age steps in between me and my new girlfriend. He had a real mean look on his face and told me – this is my cousin so why you just take off and stop bugger her. I have to tell you I was scared. This kid looked pretty tough and he was pissed at me for trying to make moves on his cousin. Once he saw that I didn’t say anything back to him he started getting more confident and his voice was getting more enraged with me. Fucking get the fuck out of here asshole he said to me. The girl was telling him to stop, telling him we were just talking, but he wouldn’t have any of it. So I did what I had to do. I sucker punched him. There are two things you need to do if you’re ever going to use the sucker punch. First you need to be a pretty good actor. They have to think you are scared or just a nice guy and there is no way you want anything to do with them. And second you need to knock them out or at least hurt them bad. Let me tell you there is nothing worst than sucker punching some guy and him looking back at you with a smile. Cause now you really pissed him off. But that didn’t happen in this case. I leaned back and told him – hey man I don’t want to fight you and before the word fight got out of my mouth I hit this kid with everything I had. One punch and he went down to his knees. It was great the sucker punch worked. Now I just had to keep hitting him until he gave up, but I couldn’t. My friends were yelling at me hit him hit him but I couldn’t I could just sit there and not move. It wasn’t out of fear or that I felt bad. It was because my asshole muscle had just said FUCK IT and took the night off. You see I had been using every ounce of energy to keep my asshole shut so I didn’t shit my pants. But in all the confusion of meeting this girl, her fuck faced cousin fucking with me I had forgot about the chili brewing in my ass. And when I haled off to give the sucker punch I took all that energy away from my ass muscle and put it into the punch. Now I’m standing over this kid looking like a real badass with a nice hot dump in my pants. All of sudden one of the priest comes out and everyone just ran. I was walking the streets with a big dumb in my pants and I was pissed. That’s when a truck pulled up to me and it was my friends they told me to get in so I did. They were going off about the punch I had just thrown for around 30 seconds everyone was going nuts about me, and then it hit them. One of my friends cried out – what the fuck is that smell and then everyone in the truck started going off. I just told them I shit my pants. Cut to tires screeching and me being kick out of the car like I was some twenty dollar whore. I took off down the street and ran into these bushes in front of this house. I was standing right under someone’s window cleaning my ass with my sock. I could even hear the TV and them laughing in side the house. Not knowing some kid was cleaning his ass right out side there window. It was a mess. I couldn’t get it all of the shit cleaned up, but I got most of it. But I still smell like a baby who messed his Diaper. I was so mad at this point. This kid really fucked up my high. The girl was gone my friends were gone my underwear was gone and I had one sock. So I went to finish what I had started. I was going to really beat the shit out of this kid. I grabbed a picket from this fence and was on my way back to that church. As I got to the corner I saw the kid walking away probable going home. I called out to him but he wouldn’t turn around. I had given him a pretty good punch so the tides had change a little. He was probable afraid of me now. I kept yelling come on you pussy fight me fight me fagot. That was always a good word to use if you wanted to get someone to fight you. I kept calling him back using every word in the book. And then it happen he just turned around and said fuck it. I have to say that kind of scared me. Now he had the power. He was pissed. But I just charged him and I had a stick in my hand. As soon as we met I just started slamming away on his head. Just then I heard tires screech. I thought it was the cops so we both kind of stop for a second just to see who it was. It was the priest. He walked over to us and told us to knock it off and then gave us some speech about people and life and god. It was just like a church of latter day saints commercial. We just shook and said sorry as the priest had his hand on both of our shoulders. You can’t fuck with a priest I don’t care who you are if a priest gets involved fight over. A priest has the same powers as your mother. May be that’s why it’s so easy for them to get little boy ass. As we were about to leave with the spirit of Jesus in our harts the priest says what the hell is that smell, I think one of you boys step in some dog shit. We all checked out feet and walked away. Now I know that may sound like a movie ending but the priest really did say that.
I will be away for most of next month. So I don’t know when I will be able to write in hear gain. But I will try. Thanks for reading all eight of you

THE FARM

I was living in upstate New York Spencer port I think was the name of the town. At the time I was working on a farm five days a week. The state had got me that job because I was a ward or the state of Massachusetts. That means they own your ass. You do anything wrong instead of going back to court you just go strait to jail until they can figure out what to do with you. So the state of New York’s juvy system got me this job to keep me out of trouble. I got paid a hundred bucks a week to shovel shit, mow lawns, and weed corn fields by hand. I would have to wake up at six in the morning five days a week and pedal my bike two miles in the country up this big hill to this public farm. My boss was a little beefy bull dyke. She had really short brown hair and always wore overalls. Even though she could be a hard ass I liked her. The other boss was a real true red neck. He had the whole Adam’s apple, dirty john dear hat and everything. They also had this old man who worked there I don’t know what he did because I never seen him work, but he was a cool old guy. He would always tell me – you’re from Boston if you catch that rooster I will get you a lobster dinner Boston boy. One day I tried to catch that rooster. I chased him all around for like twenty minutes. He ran right through the cow yard through all the cows. I ran right after him not knowing that he was weightless over cow shit and I wasn’t. I sunk into two feet of cow shit and piss and got stuck. As the rooster peck around me and the cows mooed in my face. The old man had to come and dig me out of the shit. He said it again if you catch him I will get you a lobster dinner. I said fuck lobster and fuck that rooster I have cow shit in my shoe, and just walked away.

There was also this retarded kid that work there. My fist day there I walk out side at lunch and there was this retarded kid out by the barn holding this cat and just giggling. Now you might say that would be funny enough but as I got closer the cat looked like it was either dead or on ecstasy. I walked closer to him and I could not believe what I was seeing. He had his finger in the cat’s pussy. I freaked out. Now that wouldn’t even affect me now, it might even pump some blood to mule who knows. But then I hadn’t even had a finger near my ass never mind watching some retarded kid finger fuck a cat in the middle of the afternoon. I ran in and told my new boss what the fuck was happening. She came out and very calmly told him to stop doing that to the cat. He looked so mad. Not the retard the cat. The cat was like hey bitch stop cock blocking me you dyke. The kid just plucked his finger from the cat’s pussy and put it down on the ground. The cat wouldn’t leave him alone he just kept circling around the retarded kid’s feet making that freaking cat noise. You know that that noise they make when you rub there belly’s. I guess the make the same noise when you stick your finger in there twats.
My first day I showed up in real tight jordash jeans and mirrored cops shades. I looked like John Travolta on a farm. I had no Idea what I was in for. There was this other rich kid who I had to work with. I don’t know why the fuck he was there but I hated this kids guts. He was skinny and had perfect blonde hair. And talk like he was from Connecticut. He was the snob kid in every B movie. You know the type of kid that would pretend to be your friend and then get you arrested for a crime he committed. And wile you were in jail serving his time he would rape your girlfriend. You know that kind of asshole. I would beat the shit out of him everyday and threaten his life and he would give in and say sorry. Then as soon as I would let him up he would run away calling my mother a smelly whore. One time me and this asshole were working down at the pound. There was this duck that had gotten hurt from a snapping turtle. The big red neck guy came down and said he had to kill the duck. So this fucking looser kid was like I want to do it please let me. The red neck said you have to chop its head off one in one cut so it doesn’t suffer. I wanted nothing to do with it. So this red neck took us up to his shop which was a scary place in its self and sharpened this hatchet. We walked back down to the pond. He gave this asshole instructions on how to do it and left. This fagot held the duck down and brought the axe over his head and started to come down. But somewhere in the middle he lost his nerve and stopped right at the ducks neck. But this looser didn’t stop in time he just sliced the ducks neck open. Then this fagot gets up and runs away saying – I cant do it I cant do it- So not only did this poor duck get its leg bitten off by a snapping turtle now it has a nice hatchet slice in its neck. Not wanting the poor duck to have to lie in the hot sun and bleed out like some hostage. I took the axe and in one swoop cut the ducks head clean off. And yes the body still goes nuts after its dead. I took the head and the body put it in the empty feed bag the red neck left for us and through it away.
There was a lot of crazy shit that happen to me there. These red necks loved to fuck with me. One time I was standing next to the electric fence and the guy told me to watch out because it was electric. And being the wise ass that I was said -how bad could it be-. He said its not that bad go ahead touch it. It kinda feels good. So I did and I hit the ground like I had just been shot. It felt like I broke my arm. The red neck thought that was real amusing. There was the other time were I was weeding the corn field by hand. Ya that’s right by fucking hand. That should be against the law. I would sit in one row of corn all fucking day just to know that there was another row of corn waiting for me the next day and the next and the next. I wanted to kill my self. So I saw the red neck pulling away on his trailer with a load of shit. And when I say shit I mean shit. Every morning we had to clean the stalls. Take the shit and piss out of the stall and put it in this big dumpster looking thing the spreader. Let me tell you something about shit. It’s fucking disgusting. I know some other comedians might argue the point thinking there is nothing wrong with a nice doo doo on your chest. But to me shit is shit. Goat shit is the worst I don’t know why. I would have thought pig shit would be the worst but its not. Oh ya side note pigs eat there own shit. Remember that next time you’re eating a nice pork chop. Next comes sheep shit. There piss and shit would combined to make the strongest ammonia smell. I would have to shovel for five minutes and then go out side to catch my breath. I literally almost pass out from this smell. So anyways I was weeding this corn field about to cut my wrist with a corn leaf when I saw the red neck going up the hill with the shit. I ran over to him and begged him to take me with him. He said- I’m going up to the back field to spread the shit. I didn’t care were he was going. He could have said I’m going to fuck some goats I would have helped him wipe up the load of the goats ass. I just didn’t want to weed corn anymore. And I always wanted to ride on a tractor. He said ok only if I stand behind the spreader and make sure the shit was coming out nice a slow. I said fine just take me with you, and we were off. It was like going from heaven to hell, ten seconds ago I was on my knees in the hot sun picking endless weeds, now I’m on the back of a tractor getting a ride. But it was weird to me why the red neck was being nice. He was always kinda a dick to me, why was he letting me go with him and get out of the hard prison labor work he love to see me do, something was up. So we make our way up this big ass hill and there is this clearing. He stops the tractor in the middle and tells me to get and go behind the spreader. That was the dumpster thing we had loaded the shit in every morning. I got off and went behind like he said and stood there and waited. Then he yelled out its going to come out slow just make sure it doesn’t get stuck. I said ok and told him to hit it. There was like ten seconds of silence and then it sound like some one put a tree branch in a wood chipper. The spreader didn’t shoot the shit out slow it was more like three hundred miles and hour. The whole front of my body was covered in every type of shit you could image Peacock shit, goat shit, pig shit, sheep shit, and chicken shit all over the front of me like a new suit. I just stood there frozen in shit wile he laugh harder than I have ever seen anyone laugh before. And I couldn’t blame him that was some funny shit. No pun intended. He got me real good, I was trying to get out of work and he made weeding corn fields seem like the best job on the farm. I just walked back to the corn fields and started weeding again.

My boss the bull dyke was cool, but one day she really got me good. I was out there weeding the corn fields but by this time the corn had grown a little. So wile you were on your knees weeding no one could see you. I thought that since no one could see me let me just take a nice nap. No one would know they would just think I was weeding away in being a good little worker bee. Not knowing that I was a lazy ass that could sleep all day and night only to eat and shit. So just lied down and took a nice nap only to wake up to a work boot tapping in front of my face. I looked up and saw this angry bull dyke in her blue overalls looking down on me. She grabbed me by my shirt and started pulling me over to the shed. I thought she was going to kick the shit out of me. She was bitching and yelling the whole time. You think you can waste my time here there is a lot of work to be done you son of a bitch. As we got into the shed I saw a push mower right next to a brand new gas mower. She grabbed the push mower and pull me over to the front lawn and said – you don’t want the corn field well you can mow the lawn. Now you would think that would be better than weeding the corn field, but it wasn’t. It was a fucking farm do you know how much grass there is on a farm, Fucking miles of it. I was there all day up and down up and down. She finally came out and gave me one of those boss speeches and told me to go home for the day. Bye the end of the summer I really like this job and the people in it. It was one of the things that made me feel normal again. I wasn’t drinking every night because I was so tired and smelled like shit when I got home it wasn’t worth it. I would just eat and go to bed. I had money in my pocket and a bank account. And it was the first time my mother and I were getting along. She knew I was working hard and not getting fucked up every night. Now don’t get me wrong I was still getting fucking loaded on weekends the only differences was that I had money now. I didn’t have to steal to get it. After the summer was over so was the job I forgot all about this part of my life I guess that’s why I’m writing about it now. It might not be that interesting but it was to me. Next time I think I will talk about some of the fights I have had in my life. So I hope you enjoy reading this.

NOT THAT FUNNY BUT TRUE

I thought I would talk about some of the times I got arrested. I get a lot of shit about why I was in juvy hall. I forget a lot of it myself but I will try to remember a couple of story’s for you now.
The very first time I got arrested I was in sixth grade. I was sleeping in my room when a couple of my buddy’s knock on my window. It had to be around 9 o’clock at night and they had Toni Quint with them. Toni was my first girlfriend and my first lay. She was also the first whore to fuck my best friend. They ask me to come hang out. I snuck out of my house and went with them. We just walked around all night smoking butts and try to get Toni to touch my pud. We came across a lunch truck. You know those trucks that pull up to a construction site and sells shity food and coffee. Well they also sell cigarettes. So we decided to steal all the butts from the truck. We got like ten cartons. We went down to the river Mystic river- ya the one from the movie- That’s were we hung out and that’s also the place I first put my ding ding in Toni’s stink wrinkle. I don’t know how it happens but a few weeks later I got called down to the police station. Not only did this bitch fuck my best friend she also ratted me out to the cops. And girls wonder why I have issues with commitment. Go talk to that cheating lying whore Toni. Any who I denied everything so they couldn’t really put me away. I was also in the sixth grade I was to young to be put in juvy. But now I was on the cop’s hit list.
Cut to a couple of years later. I was around thirteen and drinking every day and using any drug that was put in front of me. This one day I split a case of bud with my best friend Frankie. We started around two in the after noon and wound up at a pizza place around eight at night. The place was called Depasquallys. It was a cool little joint. Upstairs was a pizza place and down stairs was a cool little Italian restaurant. We never went down stairs it was kind of scary down there. I was sitting in the booth with this big nosed Italian girl who was in my history class. We never really got along in school. But I really wanted to bang her. I remember she had the nicest ass. She would wear those chic jeans with no back pockets. Dam what ever happen to chick jeans. If she cut a fart in those jeans her ankles would have blown up. Anyways she was sitting with me and I was try to get her to go out with me, I had know idea were Frankie went. All of a sudden he comes out of the kitchen goes up to the cash register and starts hitting buttons. I guess He went into the kitchen and told the chef who he had beat the shit out of the week before that he wanted to rob the place and they should tell the cops that two black kids did it, and if he refused he was going to beat the shit out of him again so they agreed. Frankie didn’t know how to open the register so he asked me to help. I was trying to get Josephine to calm down holding her hand telling her it’s going to be ok. So I got up and went over and hit one button and it opened. I grab the cash and ran out the door. As we were running I was still really drunk and I tripped on the curb went flying in the air and landed on my right pinky finger. It was pushed all the way back and the money went flying everywhere. Frankie didn’t help me he just started picking up the money and tell me to get up. We got back to frank’s house and I was just looking at my fucked up pinky finger that was mushed across my hand. I kept telling him I had to go to the hospital. He kept saying dude I can fix it just come over here. I may be dumb but I’m not that dumb. So I just ran out of his house and on to the streets. I went to the pay phone and dialed the operator and told her I needed help she hung up on me that twat. I saw a bunch of adults standing out in front of there house. I just went up to them and hit the ground and starting yelling, screaming and showing my fucked up looking hand. It looked worse than it felt but they didn’t know that. I just needed to get to the hospital, and it worked.
Two weeks later I was hanging with Frankie in his apartment when the cops just walked right in and said are you Frankie Palacastro. He said yes and they took him. They didn’t even look at me.
I found out when Frankie was bailed out of jail that he was arrested for robbing that pizza place. He didn’t tell them anything about me nor did they ask. So I thought I was ok. One night a week later me and Frankie were drinking. It was a hot summer night I had a Fifth of peppermint SCHNAPPS and a rack of tall buds. We were over Frankie’s girlfriend’s house. He was in her room and I was on the couch with This hot chick Beverly. She told me she gets real horny when she smokes pot and asked me if I had any. I said no but I will go get some. I got up and started to leave to go get some pot so I could get some pussy. She told me to hurry because she had to go home soon. I told her I would be right back like in ten minutes. Not knowing that would be the last time I would ever see her. I told Frankie what I was doing so he would come with me.
Now you have to know earlier that night I was at the park waiting for Frankie to meet me when a cop car drove up and asked me my name. I told him and he said that there was a warrant for my arrest some were and he was going back to the station to find it. He also said if he arrests me tonight it would be the best thing for me. Come to find out the pizza store that I had ripped off was owned by the mob and they were looking for me too. The cop said if I didn’t want to get arrested tonight stay off the streets and he pulled off.
Ok now back to me going to get pot for pussy. Frankie and I stopped at the liquor store to get some more booze. He was inside I was standing out side fucked up just thinking about going back to that girl with some pot. Just then I saw this cop car pull up and my mothers head was sticking out of the back window. It was like the movies everything went into slow motion, or it just could have been all the booze I had in my system. She just waved me in to the car. It was like I was in a trance. I just walked over to the car and got in the back seat. Frankie was running after me calling my name and pounding on the window telling me to get out of the car. We get to the station and they finger print me and take all those dumb photos and put me in a cell. I was so fucked up and that little bitty cell wasn’t helping me at all. The room was spinning and it was only an eight by six room, so it was spinning extra fast. I sat there all night and went to juvy court the next day. Where I sat in another cell from eight in the morning till four in the after noon. They set court date for me and then put me in a van and shipped me to one of the worst place I have ever been in my life. It was called the Charlestown Y. But before they send me there they shipped me all the way out to the county to this insane asylum that they took over to put kids for the day until they found a shittier place to put them for the night. This place was fucking freaky. You walk in and some guy takes you into this room and does a strip search. You have to take all of your clothes off and do jumping jacks and bend over in front of this guy. It had been like two weeks since I ripped off this place. What did he think I still had the money in my ass like a bank? After that they put you in this room with a bunch of other scary looking kids. This room was fucking creepy. There was on TV playing those shitty old Hanna Barbara cartoons. Then they bring this box of subs with chips in the room. Everyone got up like they had done this a hundred times. They all stared tearing the plastic rap off there subs and all at once they grab the wet slimy onions off the sub and hucked them to the ceiling. The onions just stuck to the ceiling. I looked up and this must have been going on for several years. The whole ceiling was covered with these fucked up onions. A couple of hours later they started calling out names and kids were being hand cuffed and shackled. I ask one of the kids what was going on. He said you’re going to your new home. He told me to ask were they were putting me. And if they hand cuff you first before they tell, you were going to a bad place. Then I hear my name. Robert Kelly, Robert Kelly. So I walk over to them and sat down. The first thing out of my mouth was wear am I going. He wouldn’t answer me. I asked again hey do you know were I’m going? He just put the cuffs on me and then said you’re going to Charlestown Y. So I knew I was fucked. The first couple of floors were a real YMCA the top floor was a detention center for youths. We finally got there it had to be like nine o’clock at night. We walked through the gym to this old elevator and up to the top floor. Again they stripped search me and made me bend over and do the jumping jacks thing. So this is the second time I had to show my thirteen year old mushroom to some guy in one day. Then they made me take a shower with two other new guys that just got in. I was thirteen I had like two pubes. The other two kids were like sixteen they had regular man dicks and pubes. It was fucking embarrassing. Then they took us to a dark room wear everyone was watching TV. I just sat in the back and I was shaking in my boots. There were all kinds of kids there. black, Spanish, ok well that was it black and Spanish kids But they looked mean. There had just been some incident. I guess there was some fat white kid that was in there for molesting kids and one of the black kids stuck a pencil in his eye. That’s a great thing to hear the fist night I’m in jail. Some guy stuck his head in the room and said bed time gentlemen and everyone got up like they knew were they were going so I just followed. We wound up in this big room with a bunch of metal bunk beds in it. I had to find one that was empty. I climbed up to the top bunk and just stared out the window trying not to cry even though I wanted to just start balling. But I didn’t want to show any weakness. At this point I was still sucking my fingers and picking my nose. I know most kids suck there thumb but not me. I would suck my two middle fingers and pick my nose with my pinky finger. And then I would role the booger around on my upper lip. And that’s all I could think of. That I would fall asleep and start picking my nose and sucking my finger. I kept telling myself don’t do it they will stick you in the eye with a pencil or they will make fun of you. I didn’t want to show any weakness at all. So needless to say that was the last time I ever sucked my fingers and picked my nose. Well that was my fist night but not the last time I would go through it. I would be in and out of jail all over the eastern coast for the next three years. There are a lot of little things I left out but this is a blog not a book.

Im Dumb

I just wanted to talk about how dumb I am. By now if you have read anything I have written on my page you know I can¹t spell and my grammar is awful. But there is a reason behind this and I want to tell you what it is. I would like to say that I¹m very smart in some areas that most of you would be real fucking idiots in. So keep that in mind. I could come to your house or shitty apartment and make you feel like a shit head. You might be asking well what the hell is that. Well I¹m really good at electronics and computers and playing with my self. I don¹t even need cream. Ok back to the point of this entry. When I was a young little Robert I got into a little trouble. After my mother left my second farther I started hanging out with the wrong crowd. I would hang out all night drink and drugs. I would get so trashed I almost died a couple of times. Now keep in mind I started drinking at the age of ten. So over the next few years my drinking and shit was getting worse. I stopped going to school. I started getting arrested and sent to juvenile hall. Now in jail they don¹t have the best school system. It¹s like an hour a day and then you go play ball. Witch was great for me cause I hated school so much. I hated the smell the old wood the floors the big great doors that lead inside that vortex of hell. I just wasn¹t a good student; I should tell you that I also suffer from dyslexia among other learning problems, so that doesn¹t help. Now when I finally got my shit together at the age of 15 after being in and out of jail, halfway houses, foster homes. I went back to regular school and was put into the rubber rooms. I would go to school at 8 and go to two classes and leave to go to work. I worked at a Styrofoam factory and a retarded guy was my boss. I would make Styrofoam balls for the rest of the day. I was just my happy boss and I. So the next year my special counselor faked some docs and some credits to get me in regular class. Now there I am in regular classes with regular kids who have been going to regular school their whole life. And silly old me who hasn¹t really been in school for four years. I faked my way through this shit I don¹t know how I did it but I got a real diploma and graduated with the regular kids. I even got a scholarship to college. Now that was kinds fixed to. My art teachers who loved me got that for me. I felt bad for all the other kids who wanted that scholarship. But the fix was in. So I went off to college for a fine arts degree. I was in college for two years before I started comedy and decided to quit school. I was two credits away from getting a degree in fine arts, can you guess what two classes I needed for my degree. That¹s right math and English. So that was the last schooling I had, and that was ten years ago. So I understand how you feel reading my awful spelling and grammar, but hopefully you understand there is a reason for it. I¹m not just dumb. I was a trouble youth. So when you¹re reading my emails or journals maybe you can think of me and the hard life I have had and feel a little better about your life.

MANNY KING OF THE TABLE

I'm reposting this from my old journal this man was one of my good friends and farther figures. And I want to be reminded of him every day.

Manny was the owner of the comedy cellar and a good friend. He was the type of guy who made you feel important if he liked you. At least that¹s they way he made me feel. He didn't even like me when he first met me. And its funny he was the one who told me that. Esti kept telling him Robert is a great comic. And he would say I just don¹t get it. But even though he didn¹t like my comedy at first. He liked me as a person. Later he started to watch me and started to like my comedy as well. The reason why I knew that was He told me. Kid you have gotten funny I never use to like you but now I do. When someone is that honest with you it makes the compliment mean so much more. Because you know he is not blowing smoke up your ass. He would sit at the table in the back and talk politics for hours with other comedians. I would never talk that shit with him. We would talk about the newest electronic gadget on the market. And he always had to have the latest thing, mainly to stick it in my face. I remember one time he was telling me about how good Tivo was. And I kept telling him I¹m going to get one as soon as I could afford one. So he asked me to come to his car that was parked in the garage by the cellar. He was like a little kid. As we got to his car he opened up the trunk and there was five Tivo's and a couple of DVD players. When he saw the look on my face of Fuuuuuuuckk. He laughed so hard knowing I couldn't afford one and he had five just sitting in his trunk. I ask him what he was going to do with five. He said I don¹t know maybe give them to people I liked. And then he shut the trunk in my face. He was one of the funniest people on the planet. He always made me smile when I showed up at the back table. He made the comedians feel like we were important. Not many club owners do that. They only do it to famous comics. And they treat the ones that aren¹t like shit. If Manny like you he made you feel like a star. He loved his famous comics don¹t get me wrong. If Ray Romano came by the club he would be the first to tell me to get the fuck up and let ray sit down. And then he would smile and get me a chair. I remember one time Ray was sitting there talking to Manny. So I walked up to ray and said, Hey what¹s up your sitting in my chair. Ray is such a nice guy he said oh I¹m sorry and started to get up. I told Ray I was just kidding and we had a little chuckle. I looked at Manny's face and turned beat red and screamed what the fuckkkkkk are you doing you jackass. He would get me every night I saw him. He would say something nice and then I knew it was followed by something real mean and funny. But he would be the fist to take one on the chin to. His laugh I will remember for the rest of my life. When he laughed I couldn¹t help but laugh with him. Always get shit for not working every club in the city. But I have to tell you Manny made me feel like the comedy cellar was my home. I always had a seat there with my name on it. And I love the people that work there. So I really didn¹t need to go anywhere else. I would always light up if I came in the cellar and Manny was sitting in the back talking some Arab about the Middle East. Those conversations would bore the hell out of me. I would always ad my two cents. Something to the effect of I like boobs. And he would get mad at me and tell me to shut up. And then would lean in and say I like Boobs to. Now I wish I could hear those boring conversations about the Middle East one last time. Manny was the man I hope to be when I get older. He was someone who did what they wanted to do in life. Manny was a man who lived many lives. Someone who had many dreams and reached them all. Someone who effected people and made them want to be near him and part his life. He was the king of the table. The man who held court. When he talks everyone listens. And if you don¹t he will tell you to shut the fuck up and then laugh. I don't know if the cellar will ever be the same with out him. We were Manny's comics. He took care of us. He made me want to be better as a person and as a comic. I don't think it will ever be the same down there at that back table. But He will always be there in my hart. I love you Manny. And thanks for being my friend.

He was My friend. I will always remember him
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The Troops

I got a call from Steve Byrn, or Steve Byrns as I like to call him. He ask me to do a show in up state New York for his brother Will. His brother is in the army and going over to Iraq this Friday. I guess his farther was putting on a dinner together for him and his fellow army buddy’s that are going over to that hell hole, and wanted to adds some entertainment. Steve’s farther is the whitest Irish guy I have ever met and his mother is very Korean. Later that night they both came to the party and did funnels. Steve’s parents are two of the coolest people I have ever met. The show was me Sherrod Smalls, Big J, Steve and I in the middle of know were.
We went to some dinner Saturday after noon and I ask for a veggie omelet. And one of the two teenage chubby girls who were working there said No you can’t have an omelet.
I said why and she replied I don’t know who to make one. Holly shit how do you work at a restaurant with omelets on the menu and not know how to make one. Then again how can you fat and not know how to make one. So I said let me make it, and she said go ahead. So I went behind the grill and made my own omelet. Oh ya eggs veggies and milk, whisk them together put on grill. For all you humps who don’t know how to make one.
We did the show and it was great. The guys were so fucking shit faced it was crazy. But fuck if I was going for a year to a war I would be booting some nice junk in my prick.
I was talk to one of the guys after the show and if fucking put some shit into prospective for me. He said that everyone hates us and we get fuck for doing what were doing. I said what do you mean? Well every one thinks were monster for doing what were doing. like we have a choice. If you’re looking at a pregnant women holding a grenade what do you do. Take a bunch of hot metal in your back maybe loose a leg, or kill her. I say kill her and aim for the baby. If you are giving anyone who is in our military shit for doing there job you should have your clit cut off or have one of your hands cut off. Or maybe behead you like those animals do to people who go against there government. Whether you are against the war or not you should treat the men and women fighting it with the utmost respect. Because if it wasn’t for them we wouldn’t be America we would be taken over by maybe Germany, Japan, Russia and the list goes on. You would be able to have your right to be a fucking asshole. If you ever meet anyone in are armed forces you should thank them, buy them a beer give them a hug or a blow job something. The only reason some of these guys want to go over to Iraq because they get more money if they do. This isn’t about being for the war or against it. It’s about treating the mother fuckers who go over with the respect they deserve. Fuck you and your thoughts on Bush and the war. Treat them like kings, cuase they are just doing what they are told to do. And with out them we would just be another Canada. And who wants that.


Steve and his brother. Asians really do look alike.
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Steves Mom and Dad. All the boys gave him that award for putting this all together. They are two of the coolest parents I have ever met.
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How cool is Steves Mom. Doing funnels with the boys. You like You like
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Vegas Baby

I just went to vegas last week. The show is beacher madhouse at the hard rock casino. It was me and norton. Norton in vegas is just like Norton in New York. Thats why I love him. He had on his over sized black tshirt to hide is over wieght allien body. And he was just a dirty ball. staring at womens asses like a fresh born cerial killer. we Had a great time. The show isnt really about comedy as it is madhouse. There are alot of things that go one before the comics and after the comics. Like a dance off. Karaoke competion, and then a sexy 7 foot tranny jugles some knifes and gets a standing O. And then your boys came out to tell some yuk yuks. Its not fun but it is worth it. The owner of the hard Rock Harry Morton and Jeff beacher really take care you me and all the other comics that go there. Not only money wise but they go out of there way to make you feel important. Jeff beacher is amazing He could sell pussy to Fags, He could take a cup of piss and tell you is was lemonaid. Or atlest thats what norton said happen. This show really is the best hell gig on the planet. I met Ice tea who was cool the first time I went up to him but then kinda got annoyed when I asked for a picture. Dont worry norton Im not going to put famouse people I have met in my act. Not yet atleast. I also met Chuck Zito, this guy is probabley one of the toughest humans I have ever met. He is the guy who knocked out Van Dam sittine down. It was funny Norton chuck and me had a late dinner and he told us all his storys like the Van Dam fight. Then when we were finally going to bed this drunk whore who norton was trying to talk to saw my chuck zito book. Yes I ran and bought it to get it sign. We are fans to ya know. I cant wait till chuck gets a blogger. Anywho. this bitch was trying to tell me and norton how chuck zito knocked out Van Dam across the street in vegas at some strip club. When chuck himself just got done telling us it was in New York at Scores. But you know norton he kept egging her on saying ya I heard that to but bob thinks it happen in New York. And she would keep yelling at me No No NO it happen right here. Not only does she suck dick for a living she is a dumb cunt to. Dam her farther had retared sperm and her mothers egg holes in it. This trip was a great time and Im glad I got to do it with little jimmy. Im going back this week again with steve byrn. It should be good. I'm just hopping I dont get booed off stage. Cause then this little fantacy land in the dersert will be gone.

Joey Silvera Yoshi and Joey�s girl. Yoshi works in the porn biz and is also a very funny stand up comic. He is one of the nicest guys I have ever met. Joey and his girl were great. I felt more nervous meeting a porn legend than when I met Billy Joel.

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Ice Tea and me. I was going to do the red eye thingy. But I thought it looked appropriate for him to have devil eyes. I think he is pointing at my neck fat. look at the skinny girl fingers.

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Chuck Zito and me. Again look at his man hands and then look at my thin Asian girl fingers. I couldn't open a jar of pickles

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Harry Morton, Jeff Beacher and Me.Two of the greatest guys on the planet. Harry ownes the Hard Rock and Beach runs the Madhouse.

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