Monday, December 19, 2011


I remember as if it was yesterday.  A year ago, I was in a bar, waiting for my friends to celebrate Christmas week.  I was ready to forget all responsibilities, and have myself a good time.  But as many people do, to pass the time waiting for my friends, I played with the Facebook app on my iPhone.

Then, I saw it.

A good friend and co-worker, posted a blog, about his dad committing suicide earlier in the day.  I was in immediate shock, and read the entry.

After I finished reading it, I ran outside, and called him up.  I knew about a few problems his family was going through, but even with that knowledge, I had no clue what the hell I was going to say.  I'll admit that I'm not good when it comes to dealing with death.  So I told my friend, if he ever needs anything, or just someone to listen to, he better let me know.

Like I said.  That was a year ago, and my friend has posted another blog about suicide, and how he's been dealing with it. 

I asked him if I can re-post his blog, for one specific reason.  For the fact that I don't know who reads these blogs.  But, if his writing can help someone who's dealing with suicide in anyway, let's help out.

My friend's name below is his Facebook link.  If anyone reading this, needs to talk about suicide, by all means contact him for advice.  

By: Jason Driscoll

It's hard to believe that a year has passed since my father took his life. There are some days that it feels like it was just yesterday, while other days it feels like several years have passed. I am a writer by trade, it is how I make a living. So this entry isn't a push to seek sympathy. It isn't an effort to see how many people will hit the like button. This entry is about the last year of my life, and a look at the road back from hell that I have had to travel to try to reach some sense of normality again. It's a story of a young man who went to sleep ok, and woke up to find that he had lost his oldest friend, mentor and greatest champion. 

It's actually kind of funny the day I found out my father had died, Christmas Eve. My aunt had called to inform me that her husband had had a stroke the day before and she was unable to reach my father. I attempted to call his cell phone and the house phone but to no avail. Seeing as he attempted to take his life that prior winter, I jokingly said to my girlfriend that he was either still asleep, had run out of the house and forgot his cell phone, or was dead. She told me how horrible that was of me to say but there was always that thought in the back of my head. Then the phone call came. I will never forget answering, and hearing my little sister choking back tears to utter three words that would forever change my life. "Jay, dad's dead." For the remainder of the short conversation I had with her, I was in shock. Then, once I hung up the phone, I remember letting out the most gut wrenching scream I have ever made in my life. Hollywood couldn't recreate the horror and the pain that I emitted. 

I came home to Connecticut, in what should have been a joyous time of year. Instead it was a bleak and numb period. There was a massive outpouring from friends, family, people I hadn't talked to in years, and complete strangers who knew me but I had no idea who they were. It was an absolute circus But once the circus ended and left town, that's when things began to change. One of the most immediate feelings I had in the wake of my father's suicide was a sense of worthlessness. There was the burring question of why and how two children he loved so much, and who loved him just as much, were not motivation enough for him to stay. To keep fighting for them. Or his 80+ year old father who had already lost the love of his life and spent the last 5+ years dealing with his fuck up of a youngest, drug addict child. There was a great sense of anger at how selfish he was. Or the sense of guilt that maybe I hadn't done enough. Maybe I was too wrapped up in my life in New York City to call him more or ask him how he was REALLY doing. Or that the night he showed up to dinner with me drunk and high, I should have thrown that punch at him to try and wake up him up. People will tell you that you can't feel that way, but you do. 

It is those feelings and thoughts though that would fuel me for the next several months. Michael Cain has a line in "The Dark Knight" that I think sums it all up in which he tells Christian Bale "Some men just want to watch the world burn." Over that time I would make countless efforts to not only destroy myself but everything around me. I stopped caring. I turned to alcohol to not only numb my pain, but also to try and slowly kill myself. I can remember one night in particular where I became too drunk for my own good and ran into the middle of the streets of Hoboken with no caution. A good friend chased after me and upon catching me informed me that I could have been killed, to which I'm told, I simply smirked and replied, I know. I became a verbally and emotionally abusive person to the people who cared the most about me. I had the love of a beautiful woman who wanted nothing more than to be my rock in my darkest hour. And I simply pushed her away and proceeded to do everything to destroy what we had built.

But at some point you hit bottom. And I've spent the better part of this year trying to repair myself and my relationships with those around me. I've gotten better, but there are still demons lurking beneath waiting for the right moment to fight their way out. The last year has no doubt been the hardest of my life. There have been times I've thought of simply just giving up. Thankfully, I didn't. And while I've made steps towards repairing myself, there are still hard moments that have yet to come. I'm not 100% ok. I don't know if I ever truly will be again. It rips me apart knowing that someday when I get married, my father won't be there with me to give me some sort of aged advice like his father did to him. The same goes for when I have children, who I will likely ask me what happened to Grandpa Driscoll. Early on, I will lie to them. But some day I will have to tell them what really happened. 

I will end this with a quote. It's not from Hemingway, Frost or Whitman. But rather a good friend of mine by the name of Davey Muise. Davey sings in a band with one of my best friends and penned a line that has struck a chord with me throughout all of this. It goes, "If finding death is happiness, well then my friends, wish me the best." I didn't want to lose my father. I knew I would someday, but not at 25. He lived in a world of pain and darkness. And while I don't agree with what he did, I hope now, that he is at peace and in a place where he no longer hurts. And I hope that someday, we will be reunited once again. 

This is the story of my father's suicide, and the 
year that I've faced in the wake of it. 

Friday, December 2, 2011


We all want to go home after a long honest day of work, and after a full day of running around producing television, I'm no exception.

On Wednesday however, you can say that I hit a bump in the road.

The PATH train is a main source of transportation for thousands of New Jersey Residents in and out of New York.

Without notice, the PATH train shut down service at their mid-town station.

Reports are conflicted by the N-Y-P-D on whether it was due to an accident at another station stop, or due to the President being in town for fundraising purposes.

Travelers arrived to gated turnstiles, and armed soldiers defending the gates, with AK-47's at 34th street.

Commuters wanted answers as to what was going on, and how they'll get home.

Instead of getting much needed answers, we were met with soldiers being hostile and yelling.

A lady asked how she would get home to her kids repeatedly.  For some reason, the solider responded by yelling at her.  I said, "there's no reason to yell, she's just looking for answers".  The solider turned at me, flaunting his high assault weapon chest high, and yelled, "CALM DOWN SIR...CALM DOWN!!"

I was beyond livid, and perplexed as to his temper tantrum.  To annoy him I chuckles, and said, "Take it down a notch skippy, and take a velum".

To make matters worse, police officers at the station acted as if they couldn't care less about the problem at hand.

One had the nerve to say, "Maybe you can get home from the World strafe Center...if you’re lucky."

After calling a friend who works downtown, I found out that the World Trade Center station train was overflowing with people, and it was utter gridlock.  The friend said, "Imagine they were giving out free iPads to all New Yorkers, but you had to pick them up in one place.  That's how it looks".

I was infuriated with the lack of help from police, so I took a gamble and went to Penn Station on 6th avenue instead.

A wave of PATH commuters showed up as well.  To pour salt in the wounds, NJ Transit was not cross honoring passes, and made all the commuters spend their hard earned dollars on train tickets.

The NYPD is arguably one of the greatest police forces in the world.
 However, when lazy cops forget its their job to protect AND serve people, they give all cops a bad name.  

Furthermore, we all know that the government run mass transit system is broken here in the New York / New Jersey area.  But how dare they take advantage of commuters, who just want to go home.

They should be ashamed of themselves for taking advantage of people, when all they want to do, is go home.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


Oh how I love Thanksgiving…family/friends, food, football…what’s not to love?!?!

Don’t fall into a trap though.  Like a boxer preparing for the fight of his/her life, you need to prepare for your epic battle. 

The retail battle that is.

Black Friday, arguably, has the best deals of any day in the year.  Also, it’s the first official shopping day of the holiday season.

It brings out the best deals possible.  At the same time, it brings out the worst in people at times.

Now before I go on, let me admit, that I myself, have participated in Black Friday.  By participate, I've been that nut standing at the mall door since midnight, waiting for doors to open.

Some years I bought stuff for me.  Majority of the time, it was for other people, especially kids in the family.

So I can understand people going crazy for items.  People forget one thing.  Besides the awesome deals, you get something else.  An almost guarantee that a particular item will be in stock.

Just knowing people can get a particular item is all they need to go bat shit crazy. 

Oh, and trust me, they are balls to the wall crazy.

People make a big deal that someone pepper sprayed others to get away from their shopping cart.  We're horrified that brawls have broken out.  Oh, and there was the one instance where someone was KILLED by a stampede of Wal-Mart shoppers.

Yeah, Black Friday is crazy to say the least. 

My suggestion for people who are interested in participating next year...make an F'n game plan!!!

Know what you want to buy, figure out where you want to go shopping, how bad you need a particular item, and ALWAYS add safety into the equation.

Simple as that.  Consider that the Cliffnote version of Black Friday survival.

Oh, and one last important note.  Schedule time for when you're done shopping, to take a LOOOOOOOOONG and deserving nap?

Sunday, November 27, 2011


I’ve called it, and so have you.  Little kids can’t wait to do it, and without it, you feel like you’re getting a demotion.  However, do people know the greatest responsibility of them all???


It can be an afternoon drive, or just cruisin’ with your friends, a ticket of any kind from a cop will ruin someone’s day.

That’s why, if you call shotgun, you’re looking out for the 5-0.

Now this goes for a number of possibilities. 
- Traffic cameras that take pictures
- Cop car you see ahead that’s chilling on the side of the road
- Known hidden speed traps
- Cop cars driving along side of you

I’m sure there’s more instances of being on the lookout, but you get the idea.

Just because you’re not driving, doesn’t mean you don’t have something to do.  Yes, calling shotgun has other responsibilities attached to it, but is there anything more important than looking out for cops?

Tickets lead to points / and heavy fines…which leads up to some big bucks. Meaning…your buddy gets F’d in the A.

So take the responsibility of calling shotgun, because if you could’ve done something to help your friend, your buddy has the right to kick you in the junk.

Thursday, November 24, 2011


This is a time to give thanks. 

This is a time to remember what we have, because along the path of life, it’s so easy to forget how good we may have it.

I don’t want to hear otherwise from people. 

I may not be blessed with an enormous trust fund, a job that pays me six figures, nor the skills to accomplish any task thrown at me.  However, I know that I have it much better, than other people in this world.

So like I said.  I don’t want to hear the bitching and moaning.

I mention this on Thanksgiving because, well, we’re able to give thanks.  All due to sacrifices that were made.  In some cases, people gave the ultimate sacrifice. 

Unfortunately, some people don’t know how to say thank you.  For that matter, they don’t know how to show respect to those who’ve provided so much for all of us.

I’d like to think that I’m respectful at all appropriate moments. One of the most appropriate times, would probably be the “Tomb of the Unknown Soldier” in Arlington Texas.

Sadly, not as many people have the same common sense.  I came across a video on YouTube, showing a Tomb Guard (forgive me if I misuse the wrong terminology), yelling at loud bystanders.

For such a simple video, I need to be honest, it really took me aback.  I’m not too sure what the reason may be.  Maybe it’s the fact people were being so disrespectful, or the fact a guard spoke out like he did. 

It’s not someone’s first choice to take a baby to a movie, because they know it wouldn’t be fair to the crowd once the kid starts crying.  For some reason though, it doesn’t occur to show respect to those who deserve it most.

So on this Thanksgiving, I will use this time to say my thanks, to those who deserve it most. 

To those who risk your lives so we can live ours…
To those who temporarily leave your families, while we can see ours…
To those who carry out daily orders, so we can say what we want…
And finally…
To those who have given the ultimate sacrifice.

Thank you

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


So I'll admit.  Today's title may be a little miss-leading.  It may seem that this can be a very sexual/provocative type blog.  Oh no.  Far from the case.  It's all about tongue in cheek disgust.

Today, I'm referring to my distain of traffic enforced cameras, popping up at traffic lights.

Has anyone else noticed the increasing number of cameras trying to nab folks at traffic lights?

These lights are supposed to catch people who go through lights, make illegal turns or go too far into intersections.  Then, a picture of your car is taken, and you get a ticket sent to you in the mail.

Why are they doing this?  If you believe it's for public safety, you need to get away from la la land and visit the real world.

Towns are hurting for cash.  So, the easiest way to make up that revenue, is to punish their citizens.

Yup, instead of putting money into the economy or savings, officials want it for themselves.  All because they can't balance a budget, and rely on hard working people to fix their fuck-ups.

The mascot of wasteful spending
Here's a radical idea.  Stop spending money as if it's coming out of a bottomless pit, and balance your budgets. 

By doing this, people will be able to spend money, banks will prosper because people can take out loans, and townships won't have to nail hard working people for extra cash.

Government officials put budgets into the red because they were greedy.  Now, they are nailing you at red lights to help them get out of the red.  I'm sure even they laughed at the irony of this asinine situation.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011


Beer, it equals yummy.  Careful though.  Too much, and you may get liver cancer.  Some enjoy the puff of a cigarette during a crazy day.  Alas, the possibility of lung cancer is well known.  Even as I'm writing this blog on my iPhone, who knows what sort of electronic/cancer causing waves it's omitting.  Maybe, I should just do nothing, to avoid any type of cancer what-so-ever.


Actually, I can't do that either. 

Turns out, by sitting still and doing nothing, you're still at a high risk of cancer!

Don't want to leave the couch because you must know who'll advance to the next round of 'Dancing with the Stars'?  You might want to TiVo it so you can fast forward through the nonsense. 

According to the American Institute for Cancer Research conference in D.C.; about 90,000 cases of breast and colon cancer are caused each year by people who don't get enough physical activity, either because they sit at a desk all day or because they are entranced with 'Dancing with the Stars' type shows.

In a study of 123,000 people, scientists found that people sitting still tend to die sooner and that those who engage in regular physical activity.

According to the research, walking at least 30 minutes a day will help avoid cancer.

Well, at least till they find something wrong with that in another study.

Long story short; people new to stop looking for the easy way to do things.  Due to my commute in Manhattan, I walk a lot.  Instead of taking escalators/elevators where available, I use the stairs.

These simple things will always add up.

For an upcoming holiday, that has the phrase "turkey coma" attached to it, we all might want to keep a little more active this week.

Well, least till football is over with.

Thursday, November 17, 2011


Have to admit.  I was never much of an animal person growing up.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I was trying to kill squirrels in the backyard. We were just a family who didn’t have, nor care, for having animals in the house.  At the same time, if I ever saw anyone hurting a dog or anything, in no way would I let it continue. 

Other people though, they seem to love their animals more than humans.  Hey, it’s a free country, do what you want.  It may not make sense to me that every town has a crazy cat lady, but so be it.

I’m indifferent to having a pet, but the one thing I know I’ve had hatred towards, is PETA.

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, aren’t what I would call, “all there”.  Maybe because they seem to go, a little overboard at times, with their commitment towards animals.

Now yes, PETA has done lots of good.  They’ve helped many animals find a safe/loving home, and help protest/stop experimental animal cruelty.  That, I don’t have a problem with.

It’s the over-the-top cries for public attention I can’t stand.

They had a problem with the way Tommy Lee Jones held the pug in Men In Black.  They went bat shit crazy when NBA star Manu Ginobili swatted an actual bat, which flew onto the court, during a game. However, probably the craziest thing I know off hand, is the fact PETA didn’t expect President Obama to even hurt a fly.  No literally.  When the president swatted a fly during a CNBC interview, PETA had to speak out on it!

Now, they’re attacking someone very close to me.  Someone I’ve grown up with as far as I can remember.  That person, is Mario, from the Mario Brothers.

I shit you not.  The animal rights group has the following statement on their site…

“When on a mission to rescue the princess, Mario has been known to use any means necessary to defeat his enemy—even wearing the skin of a raccoon dog to give him special powers.
Tanooki may be just a "suit" in Mario games, but in real life, tanuki are raccoon dogs who are skinned alive for their fur. By wearing Tanooki, Mario is sending the message that it's OK to wear fur. Play Super Tanooki Skin 2D and help Tanooki reclaim his fur!”

 After reading that little intro, you're invited to play a ripp off of Mario Mario Brothers 3 looking game.  Except, it looks more like Mario met a pyscho killer!

You then control the raccoon dog, and have to chase a flying Mario, in order

to get your skin back.  All while a gruesome/bloody/hell bent world is going on around you. 

Then, when you finally catch Mario, the following image pops up.

Yup, “#$*! YOU MARIO!” is in the middle of the screen.  Now remember, the introduction of the game claims that Mario is sending the wrong message.  I’m pretty sure that PETA is sending the wrong message in so many ways.

First off, look at the environment PETA created in this game.  They took a classic Nintendo character, and literally incorporated hell into his game play.  Kids can easily find this.  They’re smarter than people give them credit for.  If some kid found this (because you know they did), how happy would a parent be?  My guess, they’d be livid.  Especially after the end screen.  As if kids, or anyone, doesn’t know the message is “fuck you Mario”

Secondly, this game (Mario Brothers 3) came out in 1990.  Kids born that year are now legal to drink, so why NOW, does PETA care about it?  Is it because they’re all technologically impaired and only now coming around to classic video games?  HAHA…not at all.  It’s because some ass in a board room thought it would be a great way to get their name in the news.  The idea probably went like this. 

 “Let’s take a classic character that people love, make him look like the devil, piss on people’s happy childhood memories, make it interactive, and success!!!  People are talking about PETA in some way.”

Finally, look at the way they depict Mario at the side of the screen.  A vicious looking person, holding a raccoon head.

Now as an Italian American from Brooklyn, I can claim that PETA is trying to depict my background in a negative light.  But you know what?  I’m not going to. 

You can’t fight ignorant craziness.  It would be an ongoing, losing battle.   So I brush it off, because what they say, has no real impact on anyone with half a brain.

PETA will do a lot of good from here on out.  Sadly, they’re also going to do a lot of stupid things to get their message out there. I have a feeling that one day they’re going to go too far.  As a result, they’ll lose their following, and the original goal to help animals will fall by the wayside.  Here’s to hoping.
On a personal note, I may not like PETA very much, but I sure as hell like them more than Michael Vick.

Thursday, November 3, 2011


So far, the biggest problem I think my apartment has, is a parking issue.  It's nothing horrible, but it's not the greatest situation in the world.  Meaning, I'll be able to live in the current state of it.  After all, it's nothing to go nuts over.

Too bad others don't share my point of view.

I feel like this is something you'd hear during the last few shopping days before Christmas.

Asshole...I mean...Oscar Fueller...actually...
I was right the 1st time
Oscar Fueller, a tall muscle bound electrician, delivered a brutal haymaker to 4-foot-11 Lana Rosas.  The punch left Rosas hitting the cement hard, and bleeding from the mouth.  Due to the punch, she was knocked into a coma, and now has brain damage.  In order to stop the swelling, doctors actually had to remove the front part of her skull.  To top it off, she now suffers from mood swings because of it.

What warranted this attack?  Why did this muscle bound guy have to sock this petite woman?  You would think it had to be over something gravely serious…sorry to say…but not so much.

The blow was delivered all because of a parking space in New York’s East Village. 

The headgear Lana Rosas must wear now
Rosas was saving a parking space for a friend.  Fueller, was so enraged by this, that he punched her in the face.  That’s it.  Plain and simple.  Now Rosas has no recollection of what happened due to the beating.  Fueller says that he was being assaulted, and was only protecting himself. 

Thank god for eye witnesses.
People nearby saw him screaming like a mad man.  By the time people came over to step-in, the ass delivered the brutal punch.

So again, let’s recap.  This guy…I mean…piece of shit…permanently altered this woman’s life forever, over a parking space.  She is missing a piece of her skull, can’t remember things & is living a completely different life; all over a god damn parking space!!!

All over a parking spot...
Now Fueller is saying that he was only defending himself against Rosas, claiming that she kept trying to slap him.  Let’s play devil’s advocate, and say this was true. Seeing as he was about two feet taller, and outweighed her by plenty, I think he could’ve dealt with her simple blows.

Bottom line here, like I’ve said before, there’s NO DAMN REASON to bully/hit women because of your size.  End of story.  No questions asked.

This guy is a father of two.  I’m sure they’re young children.  So how would he feel if someone, twice their height and weight, beat them into a coma?  My guess, he wouldn’t find it appropriate at all.

Violence isn’t the answer.  Ruining someone’s life over a parking space isn’t the answer.  There are times you need to defend yourself.  Other times, you need to know when to walk away.  If you can’t decipher those two…you’re going to go to jail for a very long time. 

Deservingly so.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

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Tuesday, November 1, 2011


The subject of my blogs, for the most part, focuses on news, humor, and happy go lucky stories.  This one however, is about me bitching.  Ready...


Answer, a whole hell of a lot.

I am in no way a pack rat.  I try to keep the bare necessities.  Also, with the giant truck that I have, I figured I can get everything done within a few trips. 

This won't be a problem.  Easy peezie.

Yeah...not so much.

Then the back problems kicked in, then a cold started, and suddenly I had boxes of I don't know what piled up to the ceiling!

Oh, and mid-way through the move, I tweaked my hamstring.  I know.  Awesome, isn't it.

I'm debating to just start a fire in the street, and burn half of the boxes.

But then I'd probably have to pick up that mess then.  Oye!!!!

Then, if that's not bad enough, I realized something; that I truly am a guy.  This isn't a sudden revelation or anything, but I'm in the middle of organizing and decorating.  Meaning, I have no F'n clue where things should go, or how it should look!!!  This shit is like Chinese arithmetic to me!!!

Today is November first.  If I Avoid Harry Carey and make it to'll be a god damn miracle.

Friday, October 28, 2011


Close your eyes, and think.  If you had to dig into the confines of your mind, to retrieve the toy chest of childhood memories, what would you find? 

Everyone would find something different in that chest.  The one thing everyone should have though, is pure Innocence.  A time when, well, time doesn't matter, and your biggest concern is squeezing in as many Saturday morning cartoons as possible.

Who ya gonna call?
I'm pretty sure I'd know what keep sakes I'd find in my toy chest.  It would probably be something strange...and it won't look good...but it's ok because I know who I'm gonna call.
Ok, I'll keep the quotes down to a minimum as best as possible, but I'm talking about the Ghostbusters. 

The chest was opened up last night, and I couldn't be happier about it. 

For three days, Ghostbusters was re-released in select theaters.  Yup, possibly my favorite movie of all time was in the theater, and I was finally going to see it the way it was meant to be seen. 

Know what else I saw?  The firehouse, green army men and Halloween. 

I'm sure that raised an eyebrow or two, so please, allow me to elaborate.

Chances are that if I was playing with toys as a kid, it was a Ghostbuster related toy.  My most prized possession, my Mecca of toys...the Ghostbuster firehouse.  Even as a grown man, I can honestly say I had more fun with that, than any other toy as a kid.  I can remember playing with it so vividly.

The treasure of my childhood
Ok, so I'm sure the green army men is completely out of left field, but not so much, when we actually used our imaginations way back when. Ghostbusters weren't much good without ghosts to catch.  I also wasn't one of those spoiled kids either.

So to make up for my lack of a full Ghostbusters arsenal, ghostly green army men would attack, and only the Ghostbusters could save the day.

I looked like a kid standing infront of the house
Finally, the last item on the list, which probably makes the most sense, Halloween.  The only toy that could compete with the firehouse, was the plastic replica of the proton pack and trap.  Man those were fun to walk around with.  Felt like the big man on campus, well, as big as you can get as an 8 year-old.

Now I'm a very lucky individual.  Earlier this year ‘Back to the Future’ was also re-released.  So to see my two favorite movies in the theater, is a blessing.  Especially when I thought I'd never have the chance.

It's awesome & I had to put this pic in
So many awesome memories just rushing back to me.  Honestly, it's more thrilling than any roller coaster in the world.  Those movie tickets were priceless, and will be the best money I'll probably spend all year.

This is what I grew up with.  It's like a time capsule of your own childhood.

Just think about the key to that toy chest of yours.  What do you think you'll find?  More importantly, why haven't you opened it yet?