My Italian Neighborhood


Generally, I believe in my 60 years on this earth I have a wealth information to share. I have experiences that I don’t think many people do but I could be wrong.

I grew up in a strictly Italian neighborhood in New York City. If anyone who reads this has watched the sopranos or seen the movie Good fellas, my neighborhood resembled something like that. In the Sopranos they met at the Pizza joint and hung out. In my neighborhood right after dinner we would gather at the corner. One specific corner. We might hang there doing absolutely nothing but cut each other up, bust each others balls. If something important was going down we had a hideout no one knew of.

it was an interesting childhood which I wouldn’t change for anything. I wanted to be a wiseguy. Generally I greeted my friends with something like this. Hey, how you doin, moron. Hey, How you doin, you see what I’m tawkin about. You see what I’m sayin. What the fuck, your a fuckn moron.

Hey, you want to play a game, well the dozens is a game, but the way I f… your mother is a god damn shame, you fuckn moron. That’s how we tawked, and it was normal, no one took offense. That said…

It looked like fun and it looked cool, however I was fortunate enough to be athletically inclined and accordingly played all four major sports through high school. Basketball was my passion and from morning to night and well into the darkness you could find me on the basketball court. I eventually played on a collegiate level and learned life lessons I will never forget.

I also met people that went on to play in the NBA. While I like to think I was pretty good, the talent that some of my teammates displayed, I was in awe of and was fortunate enough to watch first hand talent that was a gift from God.

I’ve experienced tragedy more times then I care to think of. Instead of going on and on, I want to share information that can help others. Besides being therapeutic the reason I blog is to share with others the wisdom I have and hope I can help someone.

For me that’s what life is all about is the journey, I have definitely have had a journey. It’s not the end result that matters so much is how you manage and enjoy the journey.

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