“Don't I know you?” he asked, ( a big good looking cockey guy who was annoying me last night at a karaoke club). No, I don't, I replied (amazed that guys still ask that old lame ass question) Then he asked the question that all females hate: “How old are you?” . ” Old enough to know that is the stupidest question to ever ask a female” I snapped.
Very young girls hate that question, as they want to be old enough, and older gals hate it, as well, we just do.Any girl over 28 gets pissed off by that irrelevant question.Guys, the only time you should ask that question is (1) you think she may be younger than 18 and don't want to end up like R.Kelly did. (2) You are inviting her to a bar ( applies only to American bars) and you are afraid she may not be 21 and able to get in.Otherwise, do NOT ask that quesetion.
Bit by Bit I will add photos now, starting with Lisa's strange white cat, she pays 50 bucks a whack to have him(?) shaved into a LION, the cat normally has super LONG hair,she has it cut all over, very short, except the tip of the tail and all around the head, to make it into a mini-suburb lion cat. I can't believe no one steals this gorgeous walking piece of furry art! That is what people in the Suburbs do to get their thrills, shave their cats, get wasted and have a LOT of sex.Can you blame em? It is called the simple life 🙂This other Photo below, is the Tattoo I was writting about a couple weeks ago.It is Arturo, the artist who did EVERY Ramones album cover and invented this cool logo for them. He added his own name there, and got rid of one of the Ramones names.To find out why, go back and read what I wrote in the blog titled RAMONES.The photo below is Arturo – check out his site: http://www.officialramones.com
I upgraded this BLOG thing and now I can add photos so much easier.After we digest all of these photos, I will get back to deep writting, meaningful scribbling, lots of stuff I need to write about, like MaMa's boys who can't leave home, Tips for girls, and why the Germans are so dam angry.Meanwhile, here we go:Before my trip to CT/MASS I had the honor of baby sitting Arturos old Boxer, Diesel.He was the most POLITE dog I have ever baby sat, what a dam CUTIE!! Anytime Arturo, Anytime!Ok, you probably think by now, this is Dr. Dot's dog pound, but they need their 15 minutes of fame too! Below is Toby, he was rescued from the dog pound from my Uncle Jack (whom I am not speaking to rite now-read back to “burning bridges in CT blog). Toby is cute, blind in one eye and tries to get blow jobs every night from Bonnie the Sharpei dog.Toby is also the loudest fucking dog I have ever met, sounds like an Ewok( star wars) on speed.
Dot=the Forbidden Girl Friend ( with the sleep disorder)
Saturday afternoon, couldn’t ask for a more gorgeous day.Sky is blue, not humid at all, warm and breezy. I am in Connecticut (CT) home of the bridge burners 😉 This time I am staying with Lisa, a woman my age ( don’t even GO there!) who I have known for 19 years. I met her first in the parking-lot of The Bear, which is now a full blown strip club called Kahoots.She is officially my auntie Caron’s(lives now in Georgia) best friend, but since she has been practically family for so long, we are friends too ( Dot has to borrow other peoples friends-too busy to make own). Lisa is a cat person, I woke up this afternoon, she was gone, drove 2 hours to a beach party, and since I drove 2 hours last night to get here, I passed on the idea of driving again. So I woke up and was surrounded by very furry cats. Lisa leaves her door(s) open allowing the cats to go in and out as the please, but the front door closed. I noticed a line of other cats, most with little furry presents in their mouths, like a Mole, a few mice etc. I wasn’t sure if these are Lisa’s cats, or neighborhood cats, but I let them in anyways, after all, they went out hunting to get in! I sent them back out after a while to go get me some lettuce, I don’t eat moles! So now there are about 7 cats in the house. The house is CLEAN as hell and doesn’t smell like cats, so she is the perfect host. Now that I finally figured out how to get online, I am all happy! The first night I met Lisa, I was 16 I think, I was madly jealous of her with her piercing blue eyes that rival Liz Taylor or Carmen Electra. Big breasted and brunette. I was in a truck, belonging to a guy named Peter. I shouldn’t have been in his truck as it was public info that he has a girlfriend, but Peter was FINE (think Matt Dillon a LONG time ago- FINE). He was obviously VERY friendly with Lisa too (and what guy wouldn’t want to be?)So, even though I have no jealous veins in my body now, back then, being the bleached blonde, big breasted competition of Lisa, I was ALL catty, my claws were out when she leaned into Peters truck with her big assets.MEOW-hissss!!!! But, I figured out, Lisa is a man’s girl, she just hangs with guys, sure she has gal pals too, but she is like me, we understand guys and are fun to hang with, what started as a catty encounter( she wasn’t pals with my aunt at that time) turned out to be a very long lasting friendship. My aunt who runs a catering company had Lisa and I both work for her when I was in the 11th and 12 grade of high school, there were bonded, leave it to food to bond people. Lisa is hard working, juggles 3 to 4 jobs at once and has now grounded a talent agency called “Go Girl Productions” I have already passed some bands onto her. She owns her own place and is a good catch-likes ’em young too. 🙂 So, being here, next to good ol’ Henry park, the only big park worth mentioning here in Rockville ( I graduated from Rock Ville High-went there my junior and senior year) so this is somewhat my old stomping grounds. Who hasn’t parked up there on the hill ( there is some kind of tower on top of the huge hill, an old lookout tower) everyone parked there to make out and meet to discuss where the party was. My dad (no the Italian guy!) used to bring me sledding there when I was 5 years old. When it snows, you can slide forever it seemed.
Then when I was a bit older, one of the many times we lived back in CT, I would swim in the pool here at Henry park, looks so dam small now- was HUGE when I was small. I always call old gal pals when I breeze through town. One in particular, I shall call “V-O” is now married to a very controlling husband. He got a look at me at their wedding and since then has made it next to impossible for us ( me and V-O) to hang out. This is nothing new.
Think of all the places I have lived, Maine, NH, RI, TN, CT, VA, GA,MASS,Berlin,Louisianna,and then add in the many different cities of each state we lived in ( Maine: Brunswick, Bath, Springvale.CT:Manchester,Ellington,Rockville. TN: Memphisand I forgot the name of the navy town there.NH: ALL over Dover, E.Rochester. RI: Newport, Middletown, Portsmouth ( and that more than once- first when I was 9 , then again at 13.It goes on and on, so no wonder people are a bit weary to passing through folks like me.
The boyfriends/husbands prefer to keep their women away from Dr.Dot, as they know I am not chained down(I do have a guy, but keep it mysterious) and look fit/cute and like to go out and raise hell. They imagine, what would it look like MY girl, out with Dr. Dot, backstage at Iron Maiden? or Aerosmith? MEN MAGNETS? I never had any bad intensions with my gal pals, never brought them out to pawn off on many men, or to sell to rock stars, I don’t know what they are fucking afraid of, but it sucks.
It is hard enough for me to have gal pals, moving around all the time and being busy with Jasmine, but to top it off with insanely jealous/overprotective/meddling boyfriends; it is next to impossible to keep a gal pal. Just because a girl is in love, does it mean she has to give up her girl friends? Isn’t it always the men who complain their “Old Lady” won’t let them go out with the guys? Bullshit. It is the opposite from my point of view. The men who “own” my old girlfriends act like I have a huge dick and want to steal their female property away from them. Wimps. I got a call today from a woman I know in NYC, who I met at a street festival, I was massaging for a big Juice Shop, they paid me to massage their customers if they bought a protein shake from them that day. I shall call her “ROSEY”. Rosey and her much older guy, looked like a thin Jerry Garcia, read: Santa Claus on a diet, came to me for a massage.
Oh yes, another blog without photos- and no spell check, you have my sympathy. I am still up here in MASS, did a lot of shopping today with Jasmine, we raided Tower Records- had to have Ottis Redding's greatest hits and ANOTHER copy of the Beatles “1” ( all their number 1 hits). As we were getting into the car, the car next to us, which had a puertorican guy in it, stepped out to start fighting with many other guys, they were all fighting and screaming and bumping into our car while waving knives around, I put the windows up as fast as possible and locked all the doors and just peeled out of the parking space as fast as possible, it was already dark, like around 9:00pm, so I was lucky to not have ran anyone over, but we were in the middle of some black/puertorican gang fight, what the HELL!!! Not sure what town it was, I guess it was Burlington – as the Burlington mall was just down the road. Didn't expect such a thing to happen in a parking lot of tower records- there was a big crowd gathering by the time we got to the exit of the lot. Close call. So I guess you just never know where is safe. I went through my floppy discs tonight, trying to get organised and came across many emails from Joey Ramone. I am not assuming you all know who he is, but he was my first real love, my first real boy friend.
The emails were from 1999 to just before he died. Even though we werent together anymore, we still kept in touch and adored eachother. I am wondering what he would think of what is going on now that he is up there in rock and roll heaven. As Jasmine and I shopped, we saw so many Joey Ramone dolls and Ramones crap for sale, plus, have you all heard the new At&t commercial ” hey ho lets go”?( read:someone is CASHING IN BIG TIME!) Now that Joey is dead, the money starts pouring in? Doesn't that SUCK that artist make so much money after they die? What really makes me sad, is how Arturo is getting treated. ( see photos of Arturo in my Ramones section, in the STAR section). He designed every LP/CD cover and T-shirt of the Ramones, he invented the very popular Ramones symbol, the eagle holding a baseball bat in his claw. He was with the Ramones from the begining, he took the photo of them out side of his flat in the east villiage for the album cover road to ruin.
He toured with the for YEARS(did lights sometimes sound, etc), he was family! He runs the www.officialramones.com web site and preaches their music even now.How does he get repaid? Joeys mother and brother cut him out completely and are being so mean to him, I can't even write the whole story as it would cause so much trouble. Even Joeys last solo lp that came out, they used Arturos eagle symbol and didnt pay any royalties to Arturo or even say thanks. I find this rude. If Joey and Dee Dee were alive to witness this, they would FREAK out! Thank god one of the Ramones still appreciates Arturo, Johnny is still freindly to him, but then again, he makes a lot of money off of the merchendise that Arturo makes and sells. Perhaps it is none of my buisness, but I also toured a few years in a row with the Ramones, on Joeys side, hell, I never went to school on fridays the whole 11th and 12th grade, seen over 100 shows- so I could spend the three days with Joey.
For those of you who havent read my book ( its only out in GERMANY presently, but will come out soon here) I convinced Joey to have the Ramones come to my tiny little corn field town, Ellington CT, to play at a restaraunt/bar called the Country Squire. ( now it is called Chippinos or something). My whole high school was there, they didnt believe me until the very last minute, the Ramones came almost 2 hours late, apparently the cops pulled them over and have them a lot of shit ( CT state troopers are the most shrewd cops!) . It was spring 1984 and they rocked the roof off! Joey was so tall, he had to bend a bit on the knees to sing on the stage the whole time, and between sets, they all went out side and were amazed that there was corn and cows all around the whole building- Richie was the drummer at that time and it was fucking fun! Anyhow, it was overwhelming tonite to read all of Joeys sweet emails, he was very concerned always about Jasmine, he wrote in every email , “how is the little one? ” etc. Also, after reading my Ramones chapters that I sent him, he approved and enjoyed them, but asked me to “go easy on Johnny will ya?” .
So I went back and edited my wrath of Johnny (anyone who knows the Ramones knows that Johnny was a manipulative grumpy fucker most of the time- even the crew couldnt stand him!!! This is not gossip, this is the truth. One thing about me, I never exaggerate- if anything, I leave shit out to protect people. Somethings you just have to get off your chest, it is called freedom of speech- and I believe it goes for the written form too, don't you? I heard tonite that Howard Stern will go off the air soon, E! didnt want to extend his contract- does anyone know the real story? Is this true? can I already celebrate? Let me know if you know. If not, I challange him to go one month, or even one week, without mentioning womens breats/tits/jugs what have you- or showing them, even drawings of them. I bet he can't. Sad to see a show more dependent on breast then a new born. It is 5am- “the torture never stops!” (frank zappa quote)
This other Photo below, is the Tattoo I was writting about a couple weeks ago.
It is Arturo, the artist who did EVERY Ramones album cover and invented this cool logo for them. He added his own name there, and got rid of one of the Ramones names.To find out why, go back and read what I wrote in the blog titled RAMONES.The photo below is Arturo – check out his site: 
He was the most POLITE dog I have ever baby sat, what a dam CUTIE!! Anytime Arturo, Anytime!Ok, you probably think by now, this is Dr. Dot's dog pound, but they need their 15 minutes of fame too! Below is Toby, he was rescued from the dog pound from my Uncle Jack (whom I am not speaking to rite now-read back to “burning bridges in CT blog). Toby is cute, blind in one eye and tries to get blow jobs every night from Bonnie the Sharpei dog.Toby is also the loudest fucking dog I have ever met, sounds like an Ewok( star wars) on speed.