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Last night was a crazy one. Right after I got out of work, I get a phone call, I think it's my mom ( caller ID) So I answer it. As soon as I heard my grandmother's voice I knew something was wrong. She never calls me. She said, “Charlie, it's your mom, she had an accident, she's at the hospital. She came in from outside, she was dragging herself in on the ground.” I said, “When? What happend? How is she?” Grandma says to me, “Earlier today at about 5 pm… She just got to the hospital. Your cousin took her. Listen, I've got another call on the other line, I'll call you back.” And she hung up! This was 12 pm their time and this had happened at 5 pm? Seven hours ago? And she just got to the hospital? I couldn't understand what was happening. I called my brother, but no answer, I called my cousin who had taken her to the hospital, seven hours later, but never the less taken her. No answer. I left a message. Finally grandmother called back, “She must've slipped in the pool. She couldn't talk from all the pain. And she was dragging herself, she couldn't walk!” I said to her, “So how is she? What have you heard? And… WHAT POOL!? You don't have a pool.” She says to me, “I bought one. For Mazzy. It's a small one for little kids.” And by the way, Mazzy… is my dog. I was still trying to piece everything together, I was confused. “You bought a swimming pool?, I asked. “For Mazzy?” “Yes.” She said, with a tone of voice that left me with the feeling that I was hard of hearing. She continued, “I bought Mazzy a pool so your mom could bath her, she slipped in it, her elbow is dislocated, she's at the hospital right now.” “So she was giving Mazzy a bath and she slipped?”, I asked. “NO. She was alone in there, by herself, Mazzy was inside the house.” Ok, by this time I was so confused that I was thinking of taking a nap. I ask grandma, “So why did it take so long to get her to the hospital?” Grandma says, “We couldn't find a ride.” At this time I wasn't sure if I should laugh or just wait for something funnier. “Grandma,” I said, “Why didn't you call an ambulance?” This is what I was waiting to hear. She says, “They cost money! We don't have money to spend on an ambulance! I barely had enough to buy the pool.” At least I had the courtesy to hang up with her first before I laughed hysterically. Several minutes later mom called, “Hi baby, I'm ok, the doctor gave me some Morphine and popped my elbow back in place. I'm fine.” I said, “Doesn't gravity suck!?” She started laughing, I'm not sure if it was from the medication though. She says to me, “I didn't want to some to the hospital because I didn't know how I was gonna explain it.” That's comedy folks! Real life comedy. It's too fuckin' funny to make that shit up. God, thanks for all the good times, but most important, the bad times that make my mind so twisted that I can laugh at the craziest things. And hearing my mom laughing after having a bone forced back into place shows me what a fucked up family I have, thanks for giving me her as well and keeping her safe… I know it's not easy! In serious news, tommorow I find out my Police Exam score, I can't wait to get a gun. See ya!

Current Mood: nostalgic
I'm exchanging instant messages with Chris, A.K.A: _medium_ right now and I finally got my journal up and running. Not much to talk about tonight. I was an extra the other day, on Wednesday, in Anger Management, an Adam Sandler movie thats still filming. I was one of many peolple in the stands at Yankee Stadium when Adam's character tells the girl of his dreams, Marrissa Tomie, that he loves her. Work at the movie theatre is going ok, still meeting celebrities, tonight Tom Hanks, his wife, and kids. Cool guy. Thats about it for now, later. For more of my entries go to my website and check out “Look At My Privates.” See ya!

I finally was able to log on to my website today and update my diary. I cut and pasted an entry that I wrote a week ago. I'm getting myself busy again, trying to find things that will keep me from going crazy. You might have to read the enry underneath to understand. I'm working on two other websites: One for work and one for a friend from work. I voulentered to help with a school project. I'm not sure if she really wanted my help or she just couldn't say no. Well I better get to work then, see ya.

I haven't written in awhile, since I haven't been able to log onto my website. This past weekend was a crazy one. I was off from work Friday and Saturday. I studied Thursday all night for the NYPD test. Stayed up all day Friday, then went to pick up my check at work. I stayed and watched a movie. Chris Rock was there so I decided to hang out, then a friend from work told me to wait for her so we could go eat. I did. Then I waited for Andre to get out of work. We went eat at Blimpy's then caught a cab to New York Comedy Club. We went to a bar around the corner and had some drinks. Then we went back to the club, watched the show… It sucked. Drank more, then afterwards I started talking shit at the people in line wasiting for the next show. I had most of them laughing. The owner said to leave before he called the cops. We did. From there we went back to the bar, drank more, I told some girl something about her ass, she laughed, and some guy got mad and said to watch what I said to her. things get blurry from here… Andre said he was a cop, and he pulled his badge. We went somewhere else and somehow, at some point, Andre called his hooker friend. They met us somewhere(?) He left with her and the friend stayed with me, trying to encourage me that I needed to get laid. I was nice for a while, then she made a scene inside the store when I was buying cigarettes. I have no idea what I said but she left. Andre called me and told me that 'it' never happened. He had gotten into a talk with some Puerto Ricans and they took his money, my money. We went looking for them, nothing. After that we went to go eat at an Indian restraunt, then he said he was gonna go do something… So I went home. I don't know how I got there but I managed to pull it off like I had just gotten back from the store. I ate breakfast and went straight to my room. This is now Saturday morning. I slept for a couple of hours, then Crystal called and told me to meet her in front of Barns and Nobles at 2:30pm. I went back to sleep and woke up at 2:05. I called her left a message that I was running late and to wait for me. I got there at 3:15pm. I couldn't find her anywhere. I called her and got her voicemail, again. I caught a cab and she called me back at 3:20pm. I was already on 34th St. She said it was ok, that she didn't feel good anyway. I felt bad. I got to the school and waited in line… a long line. I finally got in and started the three hour test. I kept dazing off. I think I did okay, I hope I did okay. After the test I started walking, and kept walking. I didn't know where I was, I called Chuy and chatted with him as I walked. Then I finally got to a train station. The trains were running weird, like every weekend, and I had to take the downtown F, then transfer to the Uptown F. I finally made it home.. I don't know how, but I did. I slept all night and missed the Tyson-Lewis fight. I woke up Sunday at 11 am and went to work. I felt like shit. Eric asked who wanted to go home, I yelled that I would. I left and walked to Central Park, hung out there for a while, walked back and met Andre at 72nd. We went to Times Square and met his cousin. We ate and took a couple of pictures. We took her to Grand Central Station, and went back home. I don't know what's wrong with me, I have about $40 in my checking, and about $160 in my pocket. I'm going crazy. I really am, I need help. Today I went and looked around the internet for group counceling, and supprt groups, I'm really gonna look for something, I need help. Okay, well, thats it for today. Wish me luck.