Here’s my PHILOSOPHY on life. You do whatever the FUCK you want and as long as nobody gets hurt then great life goes on.

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I’m not from here. Nobody knows this. I’m from Rockaway, and I’m fuckin Irish, but not like these House Of Pain homos. In Rockaway, everyone knows each other, it is a small town in New York, and anyone who lives in New York will tell you that it is a small town which is depressing because it means there is nowhere on earth you can be fuckin anonymous. If you want to know what is going on in Rockaway you go to Breezy Point you go to the Sugar Bowl. If you live in Manhattan and you’ve never been to Rockaway, you might think that it’s some kind of beach paradise shit or something. You take a look at the subway map and if you fly over the city at night you see the subway going out the causeway and it looks just fine. Well, it’s not, it’s shit, just like the rest of New York, but it happens to be by the water. And everyone is Irish Catholic in Breezy Point. And I came from a good Irish Catholic family, too, which meant that everyone was a bunch of dissolute fucks and bottled up all their insecurities. Nobody talks.

My dad was a cop which wasn’t fuckin weird just like it wasn’t weird to have a gun laying around the house. It wasn’t weird because all these fuckin assholes were cops or firemen. Having a cop Irish Catholic father meant I had my share of getting my ass kicked and swore at and my mom got plenty, too. You wanna know somethin about NYC cops you know that they are not the good guys they are not on your side they are looking out for themselves, most of them on the take. If I lived in New York still and I had a kid I would teach that fucker never to call the cops when somethin happened, you handle shit yourself. Age twelve I start hanging around at Luke’s house because nobody keeps track of what goes on in his liquor cabinet. This leads to long afternoons of rolling around on the floor and giggling our asses off, and puking in the bushes. Nobody gave a fuck if I came home drunk at age twelve or not, not really, no. The whole fuckin town was motherfuckin drunk, even by NYC standards, you walk around Second Avenue on any given night and it is a shit show people pukin on the sidewalk and crazy shit everywhere. So age fifteen I used to hang out in the motherfuckin SUGAR BOWL and get shitfaced and play pool and hang out with all the old drunks, mostly cops, getting shitfaced, gonna go home and kick the shit out of their kids too, FUCKIN FUNNY right.

Well, I was runnin with the cool kids in school, and it’s funny how everyone is conscious of what group they are in, even the cool kids know they are cool. I am cool because I drink and run around with these guys until I met Ginger and WOW.