Hello!
Well the week is done and I just had my last medical visit of the week. Another nurse came by today to take some blood out and urine samples. Next week appears to be free of appointments. Now let's blog!
I woke up at 4:30 this morning and started moving my right leg just to make sure it wasn't a dream yesterday. Happy to say I could still move it. Why did I woke up at 4:30 in the morning? Good question, ever since I've been under pressure from you guys I wake up this early and start a brainstorming session figuring out what I'm going to blog about. This morning I had different ideas, different theories and it's always the same I have to backtrack in my mind to make sure I haven't used it before on previous post. I swear there must be an easier way to keep track of what you say, perhaps I'll start indexing my posts.I think I have said everything about my life so far. I don't know if there's anything else to say!
You guys are like a psychologist, a psychiatrist, a psycho something to me. Ever since I started to blog I feel better. If you go through my posts you will see that my first posts were all doom and gloom, now they all read like I've been smoking pot or something. You do know that there is such a pill that I could take that has cannabis as a main ingredient, a pot pill. I could get a prescription and start selling this shit make me some money on the side. But I won't do that, I'm too much of a straight shooter. I think my life has been programmed since before I was born. I mean learn to walk, learn to talk, die in the operation table, play mommy and daddy with the maid's daughter, shoot my...
- "Hold on a sec Chuck! What was that?"
- "learn to walk?"
- "No, the other one."
- "learn to talk?"
- "are you fucking stupid?!?"
Aaaaaah, dying in the operation table! Yes well this happened to me when I was about four. You see my godfather is a doctor and on a visit to his town he propose that I get circumcised that weekend. It was going to be a DCD routine, you know drug, cut and done. So my mother agreed to this and the operation was a success. But when it was time to come out of the anesthesia old Chuck here got stuck. Clinically dead for eight minutes! So I've been to the other side, not much to see. I personally think that this is the root of all my problems: MS, high blood pressure, diabetes, ugly kids, no friends, looser... Etc.
That was an innocent era, my mother didn't sue for any malpractice whatsoever. If she was in America she could have easily gotten a couple of million dollars. But in El Salvador the logical thing would have been to shoot the Dr. Well that didn't happen either.
I tell the story all the time to my girls the first time it was interesting but the second time, third time, they ignore me. Let them go to the other side and come back, I saw the beeping light. Not a pretty sight!
- "Okay now you're going to tell me that you also worked on TV!?! "
As a matter of fact I did! When we came to Canada, a friend of my mother offered a TV gig to one of my brothers. He was too shy so he turned it down, so what's next? Me! We had only been a couple of months in Canada and I was going to be on the tube. Needless to say I didn't speak any French or English, but that didn't stop me. I went and signed a contract with the TV station that was promoting the event and showed up the day that I had to record the program. They gave me $90 dollars. With this money I bought my first three speed bike. I think I was the first artist who started lip-synch on a TV program. I still have the contract somewhere and I don't know if they are still showing the program, but I haven't seen any royalties. Then again, maybe that's where my mother's getting all her money and I am suffering trying to make the end of the month. Or perhaps they caught up to my lip-synch and therefore are not paying me anything.
So as you can see I have been through several experiences that have molded who I am today.
And I haven't told you the ones that are more X-rated and probably would be banned in China.
Have a nice weekend everybody!
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