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Amber Heard

Amber Heard

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T-pisode 242: T-cation 2

Marky Mark was in town for my T-cation but he wouldn't get off the phone with Donnie and the rest of the fucking New Kids!

Marky Mark was in town for my T-cation but he wouldn’t get off the phone with Donnie and the rest of the fucking New Kids!

Almost two years ago I invented the T-cation. Yes, I’m also an inventor. Don’t hate. It’s my take on the staycation. AKA the vacation when you stay home. Well this time around I didn’t just sit around on my ass and do nothing. Well there was some of that. And I actually did manage to get a solid 8 hours sleep every night for one week straight. I don’t think I’ve ever done that in my life. Like ever. I plan to make that stick some how. This T-cation was pretty much an emergency T-cation. The last few months of my life have been crazy as shit and I basically told my manager that I was going to drop dead in front of the entire fucking office if I didn’t finally take some time off. So while I had hoped to take a week off and go to California with my nieces to see friends and hit up Disneyland, the last-minute vacation approval had me staying in Boston for another T-cation.

The goal of this T-cation was to relax, rebuild and refocus while detaching completely from the office and my normal “everyday” routine. The T-cation started with a cookout with my family, shooting the shit and playing UNO. Much needed quality time where I just got to be a son, brother and uncle. Hats I wear more easily than even this Red Sox hat. The next morning I had an MRI AKA “The 30 minute techno coffin from hell” and a follow-up doctor’s appointment. I now know what’s wrong with my fucked up arm. It turns out I have a disc pressing on a nerve and nerve damage in my neck. Fine. I finally know what it is after months of pain, drama & bullshit. I’m starting steroid shots this week and I can’t lift weights or do body resistance or even dirty box for a few more months but I can at least do cardio. It is what it is (I hate that saying too) and I’m dealing. So I’m content. For now. I then had lunch with a very special pretty lady. A friend who has been dealing with her own health issues. She put shit into perspective for me and has also been there for me the last few months and is a fucking inspiration. Seeing her and her straight shooting demeanor were exactly what my ass needed. Apparently I also needed a trip to the casino the following night. Hadn’t done a late night casino run in years. That shit felt good. Crazy, but good. The next night I went old school with some college pals. My homegirl for 19 years also broke shit down for me over sushi, drinks and music provided by our boy from college. A must needed night out and mini college reunion for all. Then I took my entire family out to dinner to celebrate my parents’ birthdays and anniversary the following night. We had one hell of a meal and the entire cast of “Ted 2” ate next to us. No the teddy bear wasn’t there. No I didn’t make Mila Kunis my baby mama and steal her from douchebag Ashton Kutcher. No I did not get Mark Wahlberg or Seth MacFarlane to turn T-blawg or one of my scripts into a movie. But don’t worry. All those Hollywood fuckers are in town for the next 3 months and Boston is MY city! You best believe I WILL run into them again. That’s how I roll. Finally, I got to catch up with a good buddy over drinks. And he also opened up about what was going on his life while giving me a shit ton of advice. Then I spent the last two days writing and watching movies. Two of my favorite things in the world. This T-cation made me realize just how fucking amazing my inner circle of friends and family really is. I’m a very humbled and an extremely appreciative man as I look back on the past week and write this.

Did I relax? Yep. Did I rebuild? I started to. Am I refocused? Oh fuck yes I am. But I also got to see some of my favorite people who are going through shit just like me. Some are going through a lot more than me. And it made me realize that we all have our own battles and struggles when it comes to relationships, family, our health and careers. You just can’t push yourself to the point of total mental, emotional and physical exhaustion. If you don’t take the time to chill the fuck out, catch up with your people and relax, that crazy shit that makes up your “everyday” life will spiral even more out of control. I planned to figure out things on my own this week but I’m glad I spent time with these awesome people because their takes on my life and their own lives opened my eyes and they made me feel a shit ton better. My T-cation is over. But it was EXACTLY what the fuck I needed. So you don’t always have to take a vacation and go away, but you should take a vacation from your “everyday” life shit and go spend time with people who care about you. Who will be there for you. Who want to be in your life without any excuses. They got your back. Now go tell your boss you need a T-cation because T says so.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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I’ll let Rocky Balboa take this one tonight…wait, what?

My staycation is over and it’s back to work tomorrow. And this is how it’s about to go down!

 

 

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I’ll let Kanye take this one this afternoon

“Runaway”

 

 

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T-pisode 241: Ol’ T, New Feelings

Mind friggin' blown if you look at it this way!

Mind friggin’ blown if you look at it this way!

It’s crazy but I can sit here and write to all of you about a shit ton of different things. For instance, what it takes to meet women. How to date them. How to hook up with them. How to make them laugh. How to woo them. How to treat them right. I can go on and on about what it takes to make something out of your life. Want to make it in corporate America? Want to see what’s it like to pitch something you poured your heart into to a Hollywood executive just for them to say no? Need to know what it’s like to live, breathe and bleed the great city of Boston for an entire lifetime? Want to know how a poor kid can grow up into a successful gentleman and beat the odds? How about what it’s like sharing your life under a tucked Red Sox hat and having millions of people from around the world think you’re somebody important for 5 years because of something called #wouldwife or Bro Code? I can go on and on about a lot of things. But something I still don’t know a lot about is love. Pure, honest, unselfish love and love during and love after.

Sure I took a crack at defining the word love when I went on my 10 week word defining series tear. But that was different. I was different. Love for me was different. It wasn’t “love” love. Because I wasn’t in love when I wrote it. I didn’t just come out of love when I wrote it either. I know it’s crazy at my age to finally feel what I went through recently. I know it’s crazy to be going through what I’m going through now. Part of me is so damn glad it did happen. Part of me is so damn pissed at myself for “letting” it happen. Yeah, because you have a choice right? No. When you’re in love there is this amazing feeling that just stays with you. All…the…time. You jump out of bed more eager to start the day. Your smiles are wider than they’ve ever been. Your food tastes better. Your work at the office is on another level. Your workouts at the gym are more fun. People notice that you’re happier. Everything that you had before that feeling is just that much more amazing while you are in love. But when it stops, you are left with a void. For me it was a new void. It feels like something is missing from your life and everything comes back down to normal levels or even below what they were before love. So you try to fill that void. More work. More writing. More working out. More time with friends and family. More thinking. You try to go back to your old ways. You also try new things. But no matter what you do you can’t fill that feeling that is now missing from your heart. From your mind. From your soul. The feeling of love and the feeling of “life after love” are so powerful in their own ways. Every day I flip-flop. Every day. I want to feel that again. No I don’t want to feel that again. Will I ever feel that again? Why do I still feel like this? Am I still in love? Yes I am. Should I be? I’m not sure. What the hell was I feeling before all of this? Why can’t I go back? Do I even want to go back? It’s strange and I’m not sure why this happens to us as human beings. They say it’s better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. Maybe “they” were right. Or maybe I’m going to punch “they” in the throat. I’m not sure yet. I’m not sure about a lot of things right now as far as love goes. I thought at this point in my life I was good. I had it all figured out. But I don’t. These new feelings changed me completely. For the better? To be determined people.

Maybe I’m not supposed to have it all figured out. Maybe this was all supposed to happen this way. Life’s grand scheme for T perhaps? I guess you’re never too old to stop learning because life is always going to teach you something. Me? I’m always planning for the future. I always like to be ready for everything. I’ve always wanted to be 5 steps ahead of anything life was going to throw at me. I CAN’T be like that anymore. I need to live more in the now. Love and life after love has taught ol’ T that much. These new feelings changed the course of my life. That much I know. Whatever is meant to be is going to happen one way or the other. You can’t plan everything. You can’t prepare for love. You can’t prepare for what it’s like after love. Live for the here and now and enjoy whatever comes your way. Don’t plan for it. Don’t force it. Just embrace it and go with it. And by it of course I mean love. Whatever “love” is for you.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 240: Happy Birthday Ma

Tens of thousands have done this in the last 5 years but this is by far my favorite T-blawg Pose

Tens of thousands have done this in the last 5 years but this is by far my favorite T-blawg Pose

Two birthday tribute T-pisodes in three weeks? Yep. Just like my cousin, my mother is hitting a milestone birthday this week and I thought it was time to give her a special T-pisode of her own. My mother doesn’t read T-blawg. She hardly even understands the internet. But she knows T-blawg exists and thinks that people are crazy for reading my stories and for doing “your stupid hat thing” as she likes to call it. I’ve written about my mother many times here on the site but I never wrote a T-pisode all about her. So I’m going to do my best to give the greatest mother of all time a very special birthday tribute. No one deserves it more than her.

My mother is a second generation East Boston woman. So that means she has “tough” in her DNA. She is the funniest, craziest, most easy-going person you could ever meet but she is also absolutely one of the strongest and toughest people I have ever known. Where did I get my drive and fear of sleep? How about watching my mother get up at 5AM to go care for and bath elderly people then go to her job at Burger King which she did for the extra income and to make sure I always had a place to have my birthday parties then to her job at the local grocery store. She never slept. She never complained. She always worked. She just did what she had to do to take care of her two kids. Give her a couple of cups of coffee and bingo a few nights a week and she was good. I would always tell her that when I made it big that I would take care of her and she would always say “I don’t want anything. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” Growing up my mother was my mother, my father and my best friend. I was absolutely the stereotypical Italian mother’s boy. I was always up my mother’s ass. There wasn’t anyone that I wanted to make laugh more than my mother. I busted her balls all the time. Out of love. Anyone who didn’t know our relationship would probably think that I was the worst son and she was the worst mother the way we talked to each other. I would always call her by her first name with “Ma” being a distant second. She would call me “asshole” or “pain in the ass” mostly followed by her telling me to “get the fuck outta here” with the biggest smile on her face. We’re still that way with each other. My mother would always tell me that I was smarter than the other kids. That I had something most Eastie kids didn’t. She told me to go to school and get good grades and to not be an asshole. A lot. So I listened. Most of the time. I never had rules or a curfew she just told me “Don’t ever call me from jail or the hospital” so I never did. I always worked, got straight A’s, had perfect attendance and always gave her money when I could. But she never knew about half the shit I did outside of school because I never wanted to add more stress to her life. I remember her having her first operation when I was 8 years old. Then again when I was 16. And two years ago. And 6 weeks ago. She beat cancer twice and is besting neuropathy. I don’t know how she does it. Her heart and strength is what keeps my family together. I know that I should’ve went down another road in life but because of her I didn’t. I couldn’t. The last thing I could ever do is let my mother down and because of her I am the man I am today. So thank you so much Ma. For everything. For showing me how to laugh when times are tough. For showing me that nobody owes me shit and that I have to work for everything. For showing me that I should ALWAYS put the people I love ahead of myself. For staying in the hospital with me when I was sick as a baby. For always believing in me. For bringing me with you every Saturday to see dad in prison to keep me out of that life. For making sure I didn’t piss away my life like so many kids I grew up with. For always having food on the table and clothes on my back. For not killing me when I was bad! But mostly for making a tough life a little easier for your crazy, hot-headed, wiseass son.

It’s tough to get my mother anything for her birthday. She will honestly say “Don’t get me shit!” every birthday and holiday. She just loves it when the family gets together and we sit around and laugh and bust balls. My mother doesn’t ask for anything so if she just wants to laugh then I will put the biggest smile on her face. She is my biggest fan and thinks I’m the funniest asshole around. I know all the gifts, money and trips to Italy will never make my mother smile as much as me sitting across from her and busting her balls like only I can. So happy birthday Ma. After this year and the life you’ve lived you deserve to be happy not only on your birthday but every single fucking day of your life. Nobody deserves it more than you. Nobody.

“And even though I act crazy, I gotta thank the Lord that you made me.”

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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They gonna love me for my ambition…

T-pisode 224: Ambition

 

 

 

 

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I’ll let Rick Ross take this one tonight

Doing a lot of thinking, refocusing, planning and changing lately…

 

“Rich Forever”

 

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T-pisode 239: Separating T

This hat has represented a big part of my life and I'm proud of that. But my life is way more than that.

This hat has represented a big part of my life and I’m proud of that. But my life is way more than that.

I have a confession to make. I’m not the guy you all think I am. Well I am. But I’m not. Wait, what? Since I started this site I made it my mission to tell my life story as entertaining as possible so obviously I started from the beginning 5 years ago. Then it took about 3 years for all the stories to be told and then the site caught up to my life today. It’s really difficult now to find that line that separates the guy under the hat from the man I am today. And it sucks sometimes. I’m all of those things I said I am. All of those stories are true. I believe in every chapter of the Bro Code I came up with through what life taught me. But I need to separate somehow.

Running T-blawg means not only putting up a T-pisode every Monday and not only writing the book I’m working on but also putting up content on all things T-blawg related. That includes Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. I feel like I’ve been over sharing my life too much. I feel over exposed. Sometimes I don’t know if it’s something T would say who’s tweeting or something the man I am today would say. I don’t know. The crazy thing is, it’s all still me! And that feeling is happening far too much for me lately. While all things T-blawg are still fun for me and I still love what I’m doing with it, it’s still just a small part of my life. T-blawg isn’t my ENTIRE life so why do I feel like sometimes I’m sharing my entire life? My every thought? My every opinion? My every moment? I have to reel it in guys. I can’t share every thought in my head on Twitter. I can’t post every meme and T-blawg Pose pic some hot chick sent me that I like on Facebook. I can’t be out with a woman I love and stop to do a T-blawg Pose or a #foodporn pic for Instagram every time I’m out. And I can’t put someone I deeply care about on blast on a T-pisode. I know you all didn’t ask for this. I know I gave it all voluntarily. This is on me, I know. I preach “Grown Man Shit” and I sometimes don’t act like a grown man when it comes to T-blawg or social media and that makes me feel embarrassed. Disappointed. Hell, I only have a Facebook page when it comes to my “personal” life but even there I need to chill the fuck out. Going forward I can’t let everyone know where I am, who I’m with and what I’m thinking or doing. Enough. Back to the “Grown Man Shit” that I made my motto. I am someone who practices what he preaches but I think the preaching has overshadowed the practicing a bit too much for my liking lately so I need to separate. I need to find a balance between MY life and T’s life. I know that sounds crazy and that you all may think I need drugs. Or therapy. Of course I need therapy. I never claimed to be sane. But the line in the sand has been drawn as of this moment.

The point of everything T-blawg related is still to get you all to come here to read. To enjoy. To laugh. To maybe learn. To get inspired. COME HERE. That was always the plan. The social media stuff is both a blessing and a curse. My honesty and the need to speak my mind all the fucking time are both a blessing and a curse as well. I make mistakes. I’m human. But I am a man who recognizes a problem and then solves it. Then I move the fuck on. I am working on this now. Please take my social media for what they are. Just know that there is a guy with a life under that hat that still has real life problems and real life people in his life. Without all of that, there would be no T-blawg. So from this point on, I’m going to do my best to separate me from T. Wish me luck. I’m going to need it. And you all should put your phones down more too. I wish you all luck as well. Maybe we all should work on this separation thing a little more.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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I’ll let Jay-Z himself take this one tonight

What a week. It was a great week. And now I’m just feeling this tonight with all these thoughts running through my head…

“Lost One”

 

 

 

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A Happy July 4th #wouldwife!

Arianny Celeste

Arianny Celeste

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“Forever Young” in Gillette

Saw Jay-Z perform “Forever Young” in Fenway Park with Justin. Saw it in the Boston Garden by himself. And now Jay-Z and Beyonce in Gillette. This one trumps them all. And with that ladies & gentlemen, I saw Jay-Z 4 times in less than 2 years and now ol’ T is officially retired from concerts. Raise my jersey to the rafters. One hell of a way to go out.

 

 

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T-pisode 238: Starsky & Hutch

The man himself in front of his crucifix collection from around the world.

The man himself in front of his crucifix collection from around the world.

This week is my cousin’s birthday. Yes, THAT cousin. My right hand man. My partner in crime. My best friend. My brother. You have read about him countless times on this site and with his milestone birthday this week I thought it was about time he got his own special T-pisode. I can’t do the man and our relationship justice in 3 paragraphs but I’ll attempt to put some words together and come up with a decent tribute to the man. And believe me, he is without a doubt one of the greatest men I have ever known. There are 3 men I know I can always depend on no matter what. This guy, my bro-in-law and my closest Eastie buddy. But there isn’t anyone on this entire planet that has had my back like him. Whether I was right or wrong. Bad or good. And that means the fucking world to me.

My cousin is two years younger than me and we’ve been best friends since his birth. We were in diapers together. We went to different schools growing up but that never stopped us from seeing each other or talking on the phone every day. He was the skinny punk kid. I was the chubby crazy kid. He started fights. I ended them. He wanted to talk to girls. I wanted to blow things up. He would say something offensive then I would say something even worse. But underneath it all, we were essentially the same person. We grew up hard and fast, relying on each other for answers and when one of us couldn’t solve the problem, the other one did. We fought entire groups of Eastie kids together. We fought entire boys clubs together. We fought entire school dances together. We fought gangs together. We fought entire college frat houses together. We made our bones in Boston. Hell we even made our bones in New York City. The two of us took on the world and survived. Then we grew up. We stopped hustling for money and went legit. Between the two of us we probably worked like 6 jobs at any given time. We put ourselves through college. We started at the bottom rung of the corporate America ladder together and climbed our way to the top. We still both have our hustle outside of our “day” jobs and we both still believe in those hustles even when we doubt ourselves. We share that unmatched ambition. I watched him grow up and marry the woman of his dreams. I stood beside him on his wedding day as his best man. His wife became my family and I tatted the birthday card on my arm that they gave me asking me to be their first daughter’s godfather. I watched him build a home. Create a family. I was by his side when family members left. But I would never leave and I know he’ll always be there for me. We both can run a conversation and hold an audience with our story telling abilities. Don’t get us going! But when we talk about anything alone together, the world pauses for a minute. Because the two of us are getting our shit together. And then we’re good again. And then we can take on the world again. Today, this punk Eastie kid is on school boards. He teaches rooms full of people how to sell. He inspires people with his Facebook updates. His kids look at him like he is the greatest dad in the world. Because he is. He is my idol. And I know I’ll be lucky to be half the man, dad and husband he is someday.

The world doesn’t have many stand up, honest, hard-working, ambitious men in it. It really doesn’t. The way we grew up we both know we should either be dead or in jail. But we push each other today to be better men than we were yesterday. Sometimes I think he pushes me way more than I push him. He is a good man. No, he is a great man. And on this milestone birthday he deserves to be celebrated and appreciated for a life lived that no one really expected for him. Except for me. I always knew he would be great. So I say to you my brother, happy birthday and thank you for being you because my life would be boring as shit without you in it. You didn’t raise the bar. You are the fucking bar. Enjoy your day. It is well deserved. This is YOUR T-pisode. Today it is a “Stam-pisode.”

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

“Who thought we’d make it in life? We did, that’s who.”

 

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I’ll let Fab & Ne-Yo take this one

“Make Me Better”

 

 

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#wouldwife

Olivia Munn

Olivia Munn

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Time to smile again

I hardly ever write anything on the site during the week. I usually stick to witty comments on Twitter, funny stuff on the Facebook page, a cool Boston pic or T-blawg Pose on Instagram with the occasional #wouldwife and YouTube video on here. Monday still is, was and will always be T-blawg Day. But it’s no secret that the past month has been a trying time for me. Hell, even before that when I found out back in March my mother needed another surgery. The last few months were tough and I sort of lost my mojo and it all came to a head last month. I’m not going to rehash everything here tonight. I’m also not going to apologize for what I put up on the site recently. Because I promised to stay honest and never apologize for any T-pisode. Ever. Right or wrong. Usual positive T style or not. I have to stay true to this site. I have to keep my word. It means more to me than you can ever imagine. So much so that I’ve been talking to other sites about writing for them but they want different material that isn’t T-blawg related. While I am a writer and I never run out of material, I keep saying no to them. Unless they can respect this site then I will not sign any deals. It’s T-blawg above everything else. I don’t need their money. I already make money. I do T-blawg for free because I believe in it. I believe it will make money one day soon. But until that day, T-blawg comes first. That’s what she said.

With that all said, today we received some great news about my mother’s health. She is cancer free and recovering fast. THAT has lifted a huge dark cloud from my life. From her life. I am writing again. Writing T-pisodes and the T-blawg Book IS coming. Hell, I even started another movie treatment. I am at the gym again and my arm is healing. Can’t really do weights but my cardio and conditioning training is on point and I’m having fun with it. I am still super busy at the office but I keep knocking each project out the park because it’s what I do best. I’m also enjoying the people in my life again. And I’ve slowed down and I’m learning not to rush some things and let things progress more naturally. But my mother’s health was always the number one priority and with that taken care of, it’s time. It’s time to smile again. And ol’ T loves to smile.

Finally…. I just wanted to thank you all for your support, prayers and kind words as of late. Please know that I keep T-blawg going not only for me but for all of you as well. I share my life so you are entertained and hopefully take something away with you each time I write.

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T-pisode 237: Shit Happens

You're damn right Forrest.

You’re damn right Forrest.

Every once in a while you have to take some lumps. Call it karma. Call it paying your dues. Call it a valley to the peak you’re just coming down from. Call it whatever the fuck you want. I call it life. When you don’t have much and then work your ass off to get everything you want you somehow manage to be both cocky and humble at the same time. You get comfortable in your ways and sometimes forget what it took to get where you are. Then the floor drops out from under you and you’re left standing around wondering “Why me?” or “Where did it all go wrong?” It’s not a question of whether you deserve it but what you do when it happens. When what happens? Shit. That’s right. Hey, guess what? Shit happens.

In life shit always happens. It doesn’t matter if you have deemed yourself a good person or a bad person. Bottom line is things aren’t always going to go your way. Life isn’t always going to be great. It isn’t always going to be hard either. Every once in a while you need some unexpected shit to happen to you. To remind you where you are in life. To remind you how you handle things. To remind you how far you’ve come. To remind you how much you’ve changed. To remind you just how strong or how fucking weak you really are. Life is going to test you. It is going to give you everything you thought you could ever want one second then take it all away from you the next. Now what? Now, you keep on living baby! That’s what. You pick yourself up, you brush yourself off and you get back up and say to yourself “Oh well. Shit happens.” Tomorrow you go back to the gym. Then you go into the office and crush it reminding yourself why you earn those six figures every fucking year. Then you come home and write a future New York Times best seller and a future Hollywood Summer blockbuster movie. Then you go out with your boys and drink to a life you once lived and toast to your so fucking bright future filled with unlimited potential. Then you spend time with your family who know you best and treat you even better than you deserve. Then you make peace. With yourself. Then you get refocused and your life gets back to normal. Back to awesome. You realize that it isn’t karma. You realize that the world isn’t out to get you anymore. You realize that you can love someone more than you love yourself for the first time in your adult life. You find out that you can love someone more than they love you. Maybe you loved too fast. You realize that your heart isn’t cold because of what she taught you when you were together. You realize that there’s still hope and anything is still possible in the future once you slow down. You realize that your mother is going to be ok no matter what because she needs to see that you’re going to be ok. Next thing you know it’s Summer in Boston and you’re walking around with that old dopey smile on your face that makes people think you’re always up to something and you catch yourself saying out loud “Hey T, shit happens.”

I can’t tell you what to do when shit happens to you. Just know that there are people out there that have their own shit happening to them every damn day and that you are not alone. You’re going to get shook. You’re going to get knocked down. You’re going to have to deal with it all. But you’re going to be ok because quite honestly, it’s just shit. Compare it to the other things that you’ve dealt with in your life. You’ve been through worse and you’re still here. Life is full of the unexpected. Both good and bad. And remember, sometimes bad shit happens but guess what? Good shit happens too. Just wait for it. Be patient or make it happen. Because life is good when you’re on top of the world.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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Actually, I’ll let Sinatra take this one

“That’s Life”

And with lyrics!

 

 

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I’ll let Jay-Z take this one tonight

“Trouble”

 

 

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I’ll let 50 take this one tonight

“Don’t Worry ‘Bout It”

 

 

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#wouldwife

Arianny Celeste

Arianny Celeste

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I’ll let old school John Legend take this one tonight

We’re all just figuring it out as we go along in life.

 

“Ordinary People”

 

 

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Uh ohhhh….guess who is almost all healed up???

I got shook the last few weeks. Now? I’m almost healed. In every way possible. 

Don’t call it a fucking comeback. T has been here for years. A lot of people can’t do what I do baby!!! I’m this way for a reason.

 

“Mama Said Knock You Out”

 

 

 

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T-pisode 236: The Italy Effect

I took the greatest pic of the Trevi Fountain ever! then I came home and saw that some random Italian broad photobombed my shit!

I take the greatest pic of the Trevi Fountain ever! Then I come home to Boston and see that some random Italian broad photobombed my shit!!!

I’m a victim of wanderlust. There is no doubt about that. My original wanderlust had me traveling all around the country. Between personal travel and work I managed to see almost every major metropolitan city. Only Chicago, Dallas, San Diego and Seattle are left on my USA list. Then back in 2011 I went to London, England. That’s when my wanderlust went international. With a primary focus in Europe. After London I went to Paris then Rome then Florence then Venice. Next up will be Greece then Spain. I took something away from each of these beautiful European countries and cities. But Italy itself had the greatest impact. It’s something I like to call The Italy Effect.

Italy’s impact on me most definitely has to do with me being Italian and the fact that I went on the trip with my mother. While I was out there I had a lot going on inside of my head. Seeing how the Italians lived, worked, ate, loved and went about their everyday lives pulled at things deep down inside of me that I didn’t know I had. That I didn’t think I wanted to release. Sure I’ve always been proud of my Italian heritage. Always been an eater. I have my ways with romance. I like to think I’m cultured. I’m huge on family. Always appreciated art, architecture and history. But Italy amplified all of that and I brought it home with me. It made me want to stop and smell the roses. Or the tomatoes. I’m not sure. I found myself wanting to be a better man, yes. But I was already doing that. This made me want to be a different AND a better kind of man. Multiplied by a thousand. I wanted to let my friends and family know that I appreciated and loved them for who they were and what they meant to me. The timing was great because I came home to the holidays. We finally had an old-fashioned Italian “Fish” Christmas Eve which hadn’t existed in my family in years. I found myself paying more attention to all the buildings, people and history of my beautiful city of Boston in ways I never did before. I went nuts on Instagram with the pics! I took a step back and wanted to really change how I was writing with the T-blawg book. Instead of how I write on the site I wanted to tell these same stories but in a different way. With more heart. With more passion. With more everything. Then I started to date a special woman and for the first time in my life I really wanted to feel and love more than ever before. Every time we were together. Every time we ate. Every time we laughed. Every time we talked. This romance was different. Everything was the same in my life but I made it different. I put more into everything and everyone. My time, my heart, my passion went into it all. Went into everything. And I just went with it. I went with The Italy Effect.

I don’t know how long The Italy Effect will last or if it made a definitive change in me. I’m not sure if I’m a better man because of it. I just know that I’m different and really appreciate how that trip changed me. The jury is still out if the people in my life recognize or even like the different T I am now. But I know I’ve changed. And I like it. I mean this is how we grow as people right? To live, love, laugh, learn, experience, reflect, appreciate, discover, travel…and hope to come away with something. Anything. I brought Italy home with me. I hope it stays. I hope my friends & family stay. I hope the way I feel in relationships stays. I hope THIS T stays. The Italy Effect. Travel and find your own Italy Effect. And once again, thank me later.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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I’ll let Ma$e take this one

I’m back.

 

“Welcome Back”

 

 

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T-pisode 235: June 9th

-Gatsby

-Gatsby

This is probably the most current, raw and emotional T-pisode I have ever written. I am at a very low point and I know you are all not used to seeing a side of me like this. There have been clues on the site itself and on Twitter and Facebook lately. I know I have been out of character and I’m so sorry. I haven’t been this low in over 2 years. I’m not looking for sympathy. That’s not who I am. I’m a positive guy and I’m known for always telling my stories as honest and as entertaining as possible. This T-pisode will be honest but I’m not sure how entertaining. But you should know that I have had my ass handed to me in every way, shape and form the last two weeks. So much so that I actually contemplated shutting down T-blawg and all my social media for the immediate future. I really did. The streak was going to end here today at 235. I was going to walk away for a bit. But I couldn’t do it. I owe all of you more than that. And here it is.

Just over two years ago I shared a story about having the worst Winter ever. Mostly because of my mother dealing with lung cancer surgery. She recovered and the rest of my life was on a high for the two years after that. Well last week she had to go back in for another cancer surgery on her other lung. She made it through the surgery and now we are awaiting next steps. You read this site. You all have an idea of what my mother means to me and what she’s done for me. Also, about 3 weeks ago I suffered an arm injury while training for Warrior Dash. It was originally diagnosed as an inflamed tricep. I had to stop training and I couldn’t compete in the Warrior Dash with the team I put together. I felt that I let them down. I tried to do a push up today. I fell over. I have no strength in my left arm and my index finger is still completely numb. I can’t sleep. Less than usual that is. I can barely write because of the physical pain and the emotional shit I’m going through. So I need to see the doctors again to find out what is going on and get this fixed. I am also absolutely slammed over my head at my day job. And I really can’t take the time off to work on my personal issues outside of the office. I am conflicted and exhausted. Last but not least… You have all obviously figured out that I was in a relationship recently. Yeah, me. This wasn’t just a relationship either. The way we were going….it was serious. It was love. I’m not going to share the personal details of our time together, this site is about me and I don’t have the right to write about her life. Even though she gave me the ok to share details here and on social media, I never should’ve. It did more harm than good. We just ended recently during all of this. It wasn’t my choice at first. And the way it ended absolutely sucked and destroyed me. This happened while all of this other shit was going on and all I wanted to do was be with her during this. But I couldn’t. I just wanted to see her. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t talk to her. Make her laugh like only I could. I couldn’t hold her in my arms until she fell asleep and wake her up once all of this blew over. I’ve went through a lot on my own in life but I didn’t want to be alone this time. I wanted her. But she wasn’t there. I’m hurt, angry, scared and worried. All feelings I never had to deal with. At least not at the same time. But this is all too much right now. I unleashed a little on social media. I wanted to vent. Women in my personal life have reached out to me while we were together and now while we were breaking up. But I don’t want them. I wanted her. T-blawg groupies smelled blood and reached out. But I don’t want them. I wanted her. I wanted to fall back into my old habits and go on a tear of women and debauchery but I won’t. I’m a better man now. I’m better than that. I wanted to write a scathing T-pisode directed at her to all 70,000 of you and bury her with words but I can’t. Because all the good we had when we were together means more to me than the bad we’re going through right now. And I refuse to hate someone I loved so damn much. And I’ll miss her with everything I have in me. I really will. I lost a close friend and the woman I loved.

My mother will heal. My arm will heal. My mind will heal. And my heart will heal. I always bounce back. It’s what I do better than anyone I fucking know, except my mother. Because she is the strongest person I know and I can’t quit at this fucking crazy thing we call life because of what she put inside of me. But even the strong have to hurt once in a while I guess. And I am hurting in a way that I never felt before. I’m getting it every way possible. But thank God for all my friends and family who have reached out to me. I fucking love you all and thank you so much from the bottom of my crazy heart. Which actually exists for all of you who thought I never had one. Because now I know I have a heart because of how much pain is in it right now. You all mean the world to me. Especially those going through their own personal and health battles. I’ll always be there for you too. Always. Even you people who come here every Monday and everyday who don’t know the guy under the hat. I see your messages, comments and tweets. Thank you for caring. You all are the fucking best. So with that, I’m done. Time to heal. Time to bounce back. Time to bounce forward actually.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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I’m gonna let Kanye take this one and then I’m fucking done with this

“Blood On The Leaves”

 

 

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I’ll let Keith Sweat take this one tonight

“Nobody”

 

 

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T-pisode 234: T Redefines Sunday Funday

T has been putting the F-U into Sunday Funday for years!!! Wait, what?

T has been putting the F-U into Sunday Funday for years!!! Wait, what?

Ahhh, good ol’ Sunday Funday. I’ve wanted to tackle this here on T-blawg for a very long time. And that time is now. Thirsty Thursday has been a part of my life since I entered corporate America. It was the unofficial first/third day of the weekend where you would start boozin’ and you would just tough out Friday with a hangover until you went out immediately after work and busted through the proverbial wall to start your official weekend. Saturday was date night. If you had no date it was the club with the boys. So what was Sunday? Sunday didn’t have a name but it had its on purpose.

Sunday went one of two ways for single men. You either nursed your Thirsty Thursday/Friday Boozin’/Saturday Date Night or Club Night accumulated hangover on the couch watching movies. Maybe doing some laundry in between naps and bathroom puke runs. Possibly sweating out the hangover at the gym. Definitely eating a greasy hangover breakfast cure. Sometimes cuddling in bed with a lucky lady. Or sometimes even keeping the party going by holding on to the minutes of the fading weekend before Monday came crashing down on you. OR…there was FOOTBALL!!! That’s right. Men owned Sunday for a very long time. Either at home or at the bar or the game itself, Sunday was OUR day before it ever had a title. It was men and football. Then at some point over the last 6-7 years according to my calculations, some woman on social media decided to call Sunday…Sunday Funday. That name is definitely a very stupid name. And with that stupidness came the mimosas and brunches and day drinking at the so-called “trendy” Sunday Funday spots. Selfies at these hotspots started to pop up all over social media. Tons of #sundayfunday hashtagged pics of groups of women with their “skinny” arms strategically bent on their hips to slim their non-existent arm fat were hitting my timelines every damn Sunday! Sunday was taken from us men and it was forced to wear a sundress, big sunglasses and force-fed frozen margaritas while looking like some dopey housewife trying to hold onto her fading youth on some awful Bravo reality show. What the hell happened?! Enough!!!

I’m Italian. My people originated Sunday Funday. We called it just Sunday though and we would eat, swear and then eat & swear some more. Then I grew up and moved into the city and went on Sunday recovery and debauchery tears of straight awesomeness. Now? I enjoy my Sundays movie watching, errand running and writing. Sure that is tame but I’m a grown ass man now. But come September through February me and the rest of my fellow men OWN Sundays with football. There is no way around it. So…here’s how it will go down. I’ll allow the Sunday Funday name. The dopey pics. The hashtags. The day drinking. But only during the Spring & Summer. All you ladies and non-football loving dudes (if there is such a thing) can have Sunday for that half of the year. But come Labor Day, batten down the hatches, board up your windows, take shelter in yo’ basements! Because the men are back. And Sunday is ours until the first Sunday in February. That’s just how it is. Deal with it. And I just made that law and so it shall be! I haven’t made a law in a while.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 233: The History of T’s New Year’s Eves

"Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends"

“Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends”

This past New Year’s Eve motivated me to write a little history recap of my experiences on this holiday. Why should you care? Because there is a certain evolution that goes on with New Year’s Eve over the course of one’s life and if you don’t accept this evolution then your New Year’s Eve is going to suck. I see friends and family on Facebook and how they are either let down by the holiday or asleep before the ball drops. I see people on Twitter complaining about the parties and clubs that they are still at as they complain. And I can speak about it all when it comes to the holiday, because I did it all and I did it right. Let me explain.

As a little kid your parents are already out of the New Year’s Eve celebrating game so they take you to a relative’s house where you play with your cousins, get to stay up really late and if you’re an Eastie kid, you get to run into the streets banging pots & pans at midnight while illegal fireworks go off. That’s a kid’s version of NYE. With family. As a young teenager you do everything you can to break away from your parents and try to be cooler. Luckily my sister and bro-in-law used to let me stay over, play card games and drink Jell-O shots with them and their friends. That’s the early teenager version of NYE. With older cooler people. The late teenage/early college years are quite simply house parties on NYE. I spent the majority of those years at some house parties but most of them were at my good Eastie buddy’s parentless house where we would all drink ourselves to death. No seriously. I almost died a few times at those NYE parties. That’s the late teenage/early college years version of NYE. Hard partying with good friends. When you hit 21, that’s when it all changes on NYE. Now you enter the world of “The Club” whether by choice or not. NYE at “The Club” requires way too expensive tickets in advance, never getting the “complimentary” champagne glass to toast at midnight that you prepaid for and never ever ever meeting a good person to kiss at midnight. I even spent the famous “Y2K/End Of The World NYE” at the club. Guess what? We still here yo! Bottom line, “The Club” NYE version just like the whole Y2K thing is greatly overrated and one big scam. Your late twenties is when you decide to get out of the club scene and start thinking “oh you fancy, huh” and throw on the suit/tux or dress if you’re a lady and go to some hotel’s NYE black tie affair gala. Then you quickly realize this is stupid as shit and immediately go back to “The Club” and realize that is stupid as shit too and now you don’t want to do anything on New Year’s Eve ever again!!! Right? Wrong. Don’t stay home. Don’t be miserable. It’s time to go full circle and back to family. That’s right. All of the people who you started this NYE thing with are now grown and having those family parties that you loved as a kid except now you’re all adults. And some of you have kids starting their own NYE evolution. Trust me. I now spend my NYE at my cousin’s house with my family drinking, eating, laughing, reminiscing about past New Year’s Eves and appreciating what I have in my life now. It’s a beautiful thing people.

Every single one of us has our “holiday routines” for each holiday. But for the most part they stay the same. Christmas. Easter. Thanksgiving. Whatever. But New Year’s Eve is the only holiday that has its own course. It changes every few years and you either adapt for happiness or stay still and be miserable. There really isn’t a medium. I’m at the point now at this past NYE I had just started to date HER again and even though I was having another amazing time with my family I couldn’t stop thinking about getting to kiss HER at midnight at next year’s New Year’s Eve. I’m even looking forward to what future holidays now have in store for me and maybe, just maybe one last evolution for my New Year’s Eve.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 232: Second Time Around

T cannot cosign this enough

T cannot cosign this enough

The second chance is a fickle creature my friends. Especially when you’re someone like me who is a firm believer in one & done; go big or go home; all or nothing; if it was going to happen it would’ve; fool me once, shame on me… All of those sayings pretty much mean to me “you have one shot” at something. One chance to get it right. If you don’t get it “right” the first time then you move on and never look back. I applied that outlook to almost every aspect of my life. But I applied it the most to dating. Yep. Ol’ T over here would try to get it right with a woman one time and one time only and if it didn’t happen then I would just move on. Until I met HER.

I don’t have many female friends. The majority of my female friends are still for the most part just my “Bullpen” ladies. Lady friends from college, cousins and old co-workers. The reason for that is one, the majority of my dating experiences either did not end well or I had no reason to continue a friendship with any of them. And two, I’m a busy man who keeps a small circle so I never really try to let new people into my life in general let alone any of the female persuasion. So when I dated HER three years ago I never expected to be where we are today. We dated briefly then and quite honestly I was still a single guy who wanted to continue to be single and she deserved and wanted more than that. And neither of us were really “relationship” people to begin with. But we stopped dating on kind of good terms and kind of remained friends. We stayed in touch but rarely saw each other. For almost 3 years we stayed in touch and still flirted, still made each other smile and still obviously cared about each other. Just not a lot, but definitely not a little. If that makes sense. Over the course of those 3 years I changed and grew in so many ways. She did too in her own way. A person can really live a lot and learn about oneself over the course of 3 years. Whether you are changing by choice or if life somehow finds ways to change you, which it tends to do sometimes. Change can be for the better and it can bring you exactly where you need to be. Where you should be. And who you should be with. That’s what happened for me.

We ended up at the same Boston hotspot this past Summer. Almost kind of like how we first met. When I saw HER again I couldn’t believe how I had forgotten how beautiful she was in person. THAT smile. She’s one of those women who is beautiful both inside and out without even realizing it or acting like she knows it. That trait about HER is so hard to find in a woman these days. We live in an era of selfies and shallow social media now people. Wanting constant attention from people we know and more from people we don’t know. There was another girl that I was supposed to meet up with at that bar that night but once I was with HER the other girl didn’t even matter. That other girl didn’t even stand a chance. I nicely blew that girl off and spent the night talking to HER. And for the next 6 months I did everything possible to charm, flirt and woo my way back into HER life until she finally agreed to go out on a date with me. That’s when I got my second chance with HER. And this time it’s going to be different. It already is. And if you ever get THAT second chance, make it count. Trust T on this.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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Brittney Palmer

Brittney Palmer

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Adriana Lima

Adriana Lima

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T-pisode 231: Bro Code Chapter 17: Bro Movie Code

How the fuck Rocky beat this guy I'll never know.

How the fuck Rocky beat this guy I’ll never know.

Guys love movies. We love going to the movies. We love watching them at home. We love thinking our lives are one big movie. And most of all we love quoting movies. We can find a movie that applies to any life situation. ANY! It’s how we roll. And ol’ T over here is more “movie” than the average guy. You all know my love for movies by now and how I write them and try to get them made. I can break down a movie better than anyone. I can turn on a switch and watch a movie as a fan or as a movie maker. It’s both a gift and a curse. But I love movies. So I figured it was about time to turn my love for movies that I share with most of my fellow bros into a Bro Code chapter. So without further ado, I present the Bro Movie Code. Get your popcorn ready. Pun intended.

Going To the Movies
The one true way to watch a movie is at the movies bro. You can’t beat the experience. The big screen. The great sound. The snacks. And enjoying 2 hours with 200 other strangers while taking a break from your everyday life. Go to the movies bro. With a chick. With pals. By yourself. It’s an escape from realism and we all need a short break from life now and then. I don’t trust bros who don’t like going to the movies.

Staying At Home Movie Watchin’
Sure this isn’t the same experience as going to the movies but being in your place watching a flick is the most comfortable movie watching possible. You know your couch is for sports watching, TV watching and movie watching. That’s why you bought it bro. And nothing beats watching a flick at home with a beautiful lady. Nothing.

Which Rocky Number? Who Did He Fight In That One, Bro???
Let’s not bullshit, bro. We men only use Roman numerals that we learned in elementary school to keep track of all the Rocky movies! “Was it Rocky I or Rocky II?!” “He didn’t win the belt in Rocky I, I’m telling you.” “He fought the Russian in Rocky IV dude!!!” “Rocky V is on cable right now. It’s the sucky one with his pussy son, but I’m watching it bro.”

Mob Flicks
If you haven’t seen ALL of the following: Godfather 1 & 2; Casino; A Bronx Tale; Goodfellas; The Departed; and Donnie Brasco then turn in your man card, bro. And…

Godfather 3 Don’t Count!
NO it doesn’t!!! It is a fucking disgrace to Godfather 1 & 2! I can’t even talk about it. You shouldn’t either.

The Regular TV vs DVD/Cable vs At the Theater Debate
There is nothing worse than watching your favorite movie on regular TV. Nothing! At the movies is the best. On DVD/cable is like a mini movie at home. Then there is regular cable where they shorten the movie, water down the violence, take out the sex and swears like “motherfucker” are now “mother lover.” Try watching Scarface on regular TV bro. It sucks. Be a real man and DO NOT watch your favorite flick on regular TV. Fight the power!

Skip That Seat, Bro
Two bros CANNOT sit next to each other at the movies. If the theater is packed and there are only two seats left next to each other then you have to go see another movie bro. Sorry.

Dinner and a Movie Date
This is the All-American date. But save this shit for later in the dating stage dude. Get to know her before you spend two hours alone in the dark without being able to say a word. This is rookie dating shit. But at home? Pizza and a flick? That leads to straight sex. Also do not bust this out early in the dating stage or that potential girlfriend WILL become a booty call bro.

Chick Flicks
Fight this as long as possible. Try to see any other movie with her. Fight, fight and fight until you can no longer fight! Then just tuck your skirt in and take her to see the damn chick flick dude. Chicks love chick flicks. Chick is in the damn name for a reason.

Group Movie Watchin’
Choose wisely who you go to the movies with. Whether with just bros or double & triple dates. There’s always a talker. There’s always a snack moocher. There’s always an elbow bumper. There’s always a bathroom goer. Know your group first!

Your TV Sucks, Dude
If your bro has a small ass, old ass or a shitty ass TV, you CAN and WILL let him know how much it truly sucks by continuously busting his balls about it until said bro buys a worthy TV. No fucks given. End of that story.

The Battle of THE Holy Trilogies
There are only two movie trilogies that are recognized, respected, loved and have their greatness argued about by all bros around the world. Star Wars vs Lord of the Rings. It doesn’t matter which side you fight for, just be ready for the fucking fight of your life bro.

Pacino And De Niro
The two greatest actors of all time. Doesn’t matter if their current movies suck ass. Their combined early work made them movie legends. That was enough. Respect these two great Italian-American actors or end up sleeping with the fishes.

Did You Even See The Original, Bro?!
If you like any reboot, sequel or remake better than the original you WILL have your fucking man card revoked on the spot.

Gangsta Flicks
If you haven’t seen ALL of the following: Scarface; New Jack City; Boyz In The Hood; Menace II Society; Juice; and Carlito’s Way then you once again have to turn in your man card, bro.

Bros Be Quotin’
You must quote a movie once a day and apply it to a real life situation at the office, at home, at the gym, at the bar, on a date or just plain talking to yourself. It’s what we do. Bros quote movies ALL THE TIME.

Bros CAN Judge Other Bros on Their DVD Collection
When you go over to another bro’s house for the first time you do the following: Size up his entertainment center; Ask how many cable channels he has; What kind of computer he uses; Overall compare his quality of living to your quality of living; Let him know what shit is cool and how you either already have that shit or plan to get that shit immediately; and finally, completely judge his ass based on his DVD collection. The amount of awesome movies, classic movies and box sets in his DVD collection WILL absolutely decide how cool of a bro he really is and if you should or should not continue your broship.

Vince Vaughn Is The Ultimate Movie Bro, Bro
There is one man and one man only who deserves the “Ultimate Movie Bro” title and that man is Vince Vaughn. No man on the planet has given us bros so much to laugh at and so many movie lines to quote more than this great man. Swingers, Made, Old School, Dodgeball, Wedding Crashers are all deeply ingrained into every bros vernacular and he single-handedly changed the way every bro speaks. Thank you Vince Vaughn. You still got these big fucking claws and fangs, man.

 

So there you have it! The Bro Movie Code has been written and so it shall be respected. Everything every dude needs to know about movies and why they mean so much to all us stupid guys. Someone had to put this into words to make sure it lives on for all mankind for future manly generations. There is nothing as unimportant but triggers the most emotion and passion out of men next to sports, women or money than movies. Nothing. And now you know why. Again, thank me later.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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I’ll let Jay & Bey take this one tonight

“Drunk In Love”

 

 

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Olivia Munn

Olivia Munn

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I’ll let Cassidy & Jay take this one tonight

Rough week so I needed this to remind me….I’m a hustler baby, ask about me.

 

“I’m A Hustla”

 

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Alexandra Daddario

Alexandra Daddario

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T-pisode 230: Blind Date 2…The End of Dating?

This is an underrated comedy classic. Kind of like T-blawg.

This is an underrated comedy classic. Kind of like T-blawg.

I went on my first “cold” blind date ever two years ago. Then I wrote this about it. Not too long ago, I went on another blind date. This time I tried to make some adjustments. This time I wasn’t going in cold. I wanted information. I wanted a lot of information. Bottom line? I done come up a lot in the world since my last blind date. I’m as busy as ever and I won’t sugarcoat it, I am now one hell of a catch. I know what I bring to the table so it was only fair that I knew what she was bringing to the table. There would be no burrito farts, crazy dead doll tattoos or pulling teeth conversations this time. Oh no. Who was this woman and why should I date her? That’s what I needed to know. The source of this blind date came from my closest people. Two people who know me best. They brought us together through text. So we started texting and talking. And I’m not going to lie; this woman seemed pretty good on paper.

She was a school teacher. Had a great upbringing. Intelligent. Into fitness. Great sense of humor. Family oriented. Same age as me. And also like me, she was on that cusp of wanting to settle down if the right person could be found. Sounds great right? Here’s what else that was going on in my life at that time. I’m kind of jumping around in the T-blawg timeline here people. During this time it was the holidays. I was extra busy. I had just come back from Italy. I was on this romantic hunger kick. It was Patriots season and my season tickets kept me extra, extra busy. Especially on Sundays. And then there was HER. I was just starting to reconnect with the woman who would later prompt this change in my opinion about Valentine’s Day. The odds were stacked against this blind date. But I went on the date. And she was….nice. Plain. No sparks. No chemistry. The greatest team put together on paper but couldn’t play well on the field. THAT was what happened. I couldn’t explain to people why I didn’t want to go out with her again. Why I knew it wouldn’t work out. What I was feeling after Italy. What I was feeling about the other woman starting to come back into my life. I had changed. I didn’t want to date this girl from the blind date. It wasn’t her, it was me. Yep, THAT. My life had changed. I had changed. I had grown up. I wanted something different. I didn’t want her. I knew what I wanted. And just like that, a lifetime of dating ended for me.

Now you may be thinking that was an extreme statement considering everything you know about my dating experiences. The good, the bad, the crazy and the ugly. There is no way T could be done with dating, right? Almost 5 years of this site you can argue most of what I’ve written about was dating. Yes, I wasn’t sure I was done with dating at that exact moment sitting across from this girl in a popular Boston restaurant. Which I had done a million times before. I was only sure that I was done soon after that when SHE agreed to go on a date with me again almost 3 years later after we last dated. That’s when I finally stopped looking at it all as dating and that’s when things would change and I just became happy. More happy than I usually was. I had to go on that blind date. That last date. To get back to HER. That’s what a lifetime of dating taught me. THAT blind date looks like…hopefully….was the last “date” date for me. The last meaningless date. The last of my dating so many women. The last search date. And I couldn’t be happier people.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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Olivia Wilde

Olivia Wilde

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T-pisode 229: Signature Scent

I pity the fool who didn't shower in Drakkar before a middle school dance.

I pity the fool who didn’t shower in Drakkar before a middle school dance.

About three years ago I put out a T-pisode called “Signature Drink.” At the time I just wanted to write about the history of my favorite alcoholic drinks while trying to encourage other guys out there to find one of their own if they didn’t already have one. It was a timeline of my favorite signature drinks while mandating that you are only allowed to change your signature drink five times in your life until you reach the age of 40. Well I think you all know by now I only live by my own rules so it’s entirely up to you if you went ahead and followed that rule. You’re crazy if you did. But thank you if you did. So now I’m back at it again with my “Signature Scent.” Instead of booze, I’m talking cologne. Because every man should have a distinguished scent that sets him apart from the next guy. And fellas, please, only one to two spritzes of cologne at a time. Trust T on this. And remember, cologne doesn’t hide stink. So stay clean and have immaculate hygiene. Now, here is a history of my signature scent.

 

First Signature Scent: Drakkar circa 1990
Good old Drakkar!!! Now this was THE scent for all middle school boys, teenagers and even grown ass men in the 90s. I swear to Baby Jesus. I can tell you this, none of us knew shit about good cologne. This was a time of Z Cavaricci pants, Cross Colour overalls with one strap up, rat tails in the back of dudes’ heads, 8-ball jackets and Starter hats son! We didn’t know shit about shit. Let alone smelling nice. But every guy sprayed on a lot of friggin’ Drakkar. And I did too all the way through middle school and high school. Like a damn idiot. But the girls were stupid back then too and thought Drakkar was cool. So hey.

Second Signature Scent: Acqua Di Gio circa 1996
This was the beginning of college. This was a time when I was exposed to people who were not from East Boston. It was a culture shock. It was change. So I thought it was time to make some changes as well. I always dressed ok for a poor kid but college was when I started to really embrace fashion, style and dressing well. I wanted nicer things. I started with my scent. I could not be fucking with Drakkar in college!!! These weren’t stupid little girls. These were college women son! Now looking back, they were still stupid little girls but I didn’t know any better then. Armani & Versace were made big by hip hop. Hip hop taught me about nice things. About being ghetto rich. Tupac & Biggie rocked Armani & Versace until they were killed. Hell, Versace was even killed during this time. I wanted something from Armani. All I could afford at the time was the cologne. Boom…Acqua Di Gio became my signature scent for the next 10 years. That smell was and still is amazing. It assisted ol’ T at many college parties, clubs, bars and on dates. Thank you Giorgio Armani.

Third Signature Scent: Polo Double Black circa 2006-2012
I rocked Polo shirts. I loved Polo shirts. I did not know shit about the sport of polo but that little jockey swinging a golf club on a horse looked cool as shit on a shirt. Ralph Lauren marketed to the rich but the poor bought his stuff. In 2006, I was neither. I was up & coming and in the middle. I had to wear suits to work and I had to smell great. While regular Polo cologne didn’t do much for me, Polo Double Black was the greatest scent ever to me. It was the first cologne I picked up without putting too much thought into it because I was out of Acqua Di Gio and the store was too. So I grabbed a bottle of Double Black and I got more compliments from women, friends and coworkers on my cologne than ever before. Mostly the compliments from women mattered the most at the time. That was it. Polo Double Black became my third signature scent. It worked out well for me. Very well.

Fourth Signature Scent: Burberry Brit circa 2008/Gucci Guilty circa 2011
I had no desire to buy Burberry cologne in my life. Long story short…I moved into the city. I had a hottie, party animal chick living next door. She couldn’t get enough of me. Seriously. She was annoying. She worked for Burberry around the corner and got me the cologne. I thought it was meh. But she liked it. A lot of her crazy hottie girlfriends liked it too. A lot of hot crazy girls in general liked it. I didn’t. I just went with it. I still had my trusty Polo Double Black but I guess the Brit was my fourth signature scent because of all the perks that came with it? I even dabbled a little into Gucci Guilty at this time. But I always went back to my Double Black. Hey, if it ain’t broken then don’t try to fix it. Speaking of which…

Fifth Signature Scent: Tom Ford Noir circa 2014
I knew about Tom Ford. Jay-Z put him on the radar for most men however with his last album. During this time I listened to that album all the way to Italy. Tom Ford had a giant billboard in Rome next to the Trevi Fountain. My hotel was next to both. I guess you can say the power of advertising finally got to me because when I got home I bought a bottle of Tom Ford Noir. It’s kind of a bandwagon cologne that a lot of people jumped on. I guess I did too? I’m not sure if it’s my last because yes I still have my boy Polo Double Black locked & loaded! But you do have to try the trends that are out there in the world if you are a successful and knowledgeable grown man. So I am with this cologne. More to come I guess on how that works out for me. But I’m staying loyal to ol’ PDB!

 

So there it is. My “Signature Scent” T-pisode. An indirect follow up sequel to my “Signature Drink” T-pisode? Or maybe a new “Signature” series on T-blawg? Who knows. The site is evolving along with me. Time to try new things. Time for changes. But I like the way things are going baby. Now go out and get yourself a new cologne regardless of how much you like the bottle or bottles resting on your dresser right now. You may find something better or you may end up sticking with what already works for you. Either way, thank me later.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 228: Loyalty

I have a lot of tattoos. This is most certainly not one of mine.

I have a lot of tattoos. This is most certainly not one of mine.

*Way back in T-pisode 187 I wrote about the word forgiveness followed by T-pisode 205 where I defined my version of the word success. Two of the most difficult T-pisodes I ever forced myself to write but felt I had to share. A lot of people want to know more about my opinions on life and how I see things the way I do and the reasons behind it all. So I’m obliging. For the next 10 Mondays 2/17/14-4/21/14 I am going to write about a particular word and show the world how I define it. Something different but I hope you take something away from it all. Enjoy.

 

I sat and wrote all 10 of these “T defines a certain word” T-pisodes in one sitting. I wanted to write about 10 words that played a part in my life. Then, now and most likely in my future. It took a lot of time to do and it was completely different from anything I’ve ever done on T-blawg but I’m glad I did it. I’m glad I wrote all 10 of them. I started with pride and I’m ending the series with loyalty. Because whether I’ve been loyal to all of you from what I promised to deliver 4 and ½ years ago on here to the loyalty you’ve seen that I have to my friends, to my family and of course to my city of Boston, I guess you all know by now that I’m a very loyal person.

I’m a lifer. Once you have me in your life, you got me forever. From birth to the dirt. From the womb to the tomb. Blood in and blood out. All those life & loyalty clichés, they’re all me. I mean this T-pisode is going up on Marathon Monday. Patriots Day. April 21, 2014. This day encompasses loyalty. For 18 years I’ve been loyal to this Boston only holiday. To my city. To the same faces that I see every year on this day. To the same routine of drinks, the Sox game then bar crawling all over the city with my trademark Boston Red Sox hat on my head. Even more so this year. One year after the Marathon tragedies. That’s loyalty. That’s who I am. That’s who I’ll always be. Rich. Poor. A kid from Eastie. An Oscar-winning screenwriter. Published author. Husband. Dad. All the things I was and all the things I will become, I’ll always be loyal to everyone and everything that got me here. To everything that is going to get me there. And I’ll always be loyal to myself, never letting myself forget where I come from, where I am and where I’m going. Every single word I defined in the last 10 T-pisodes has shown that. Hell, I’m even willing to say almost all 228 of them have shown that. I have my name tatted on my arm. I wear my city on my sleeve. I’ve given my arm to my family. Shakespeare’s words are forever inked on me. The lion. The Leo. The sun over my tracheotomy scar. I’m committed and faithful to everything I am. To everything I love. And to everything I am determined to become. I put the “T” in loyalty. Pun intended.

Loyalty encompasses faith, determination and commitment. I know a lot of loyal people. Boston and my family are full of them. Some are loyal to the wrong beliefs & practices but they are loyal nonetheless. But at the end of the day I WILL always respect a loyal person. I will end up marrying a loyal person. Because I am a loyal person. It’s what I know. It’s all I know. If you’re loyal to me then there isn’t anything I won’t do for you. Anything. And with that, I’m bringing this word series to an end. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. I hope you learned a bit more about me and maybe even something about yourself. Next week I get back to business. But with a few changes that have happened in my life recently. If you’ve followed along on social media you should already know. Stay tuned people. It’s only going to get better!

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 227: Independent

There is such a thing as being too independent. Trust me on this one.

There is such a thing as being too independent. Trust me on this one.

*Way back in T-pisode 187 I wrote about the word forgiveness followed by T-pisode 205 where I defined my version of the word success. Two of the most difficult T-pisodes I ever forced myself to write but felt I had to share. A lot of people want to know more about my opinions on life and how I see things the way I do and the reasons behind it all. So I’m obliging. For the next 10 Mondays 2/17/14-4/21/14 I am going to write about a particular word and show the world how I define it. Something different but I hope you take something away from it all. Enjoy.

 

Being an independent person can be both a great quality to have and a lonely feeling to feel at times. When you have to rely on yourself for almost everything at an early age in life it sets a wave in motion that can’t be stopped. Everything you do from that point on is on you and only you. It’s great to trust and believe in yourself but it’s not good to not trust others or only trust a select few. There is a fine line when it comes to being an independent person that you will constantly cross between the worlds of knowing self-worth and knowing solitude. While I am still a very independent person, I am no longer the type of independent person I once was.

I think that what life put on my shoulders and what I placed there on my own has been both a gift and a curse for me. I’ve always considered myself an extroverted person but when I wanted to be left alone you probably couldn’t find a more introverted person than me. A big part of my life for the last 10 years has been writing, and writing is one of the most solitary processes imaginable. But I never had a problem with doing things on my own or relying on myself until I started to realize I was actually TOO independent. I adapted a “You don’t know what you’re talking about” mentality and didn’t want to hear what others had to say. I felt I didn’t need their advice or opinions because I’ve always known what was best for me. My mother never told me what to do. Never put a curfew on me. And never punished me. How could she? I had perfect attendance at school, got straight A’s and had a job since I was 13 years-old so I could help out at home. I relied on myself because others relied on me. Of course I always heard “I got this” in my head. Who else was going to “get this” if I didn’t do it? That’s the way an independent person thinks. The most driven people are usually very independent. They get themselves going in the morning and they keep themselves going until all goals are accomplished. It’s great to have people on your team as a support system but at the end of the day only you will get yourself across the finish line. That’s the independent mentality I have developed within me as an adult and I think it’s what I need to succeed in life.

The problem with being too independent for too long keeps people at a distance. Sometimes some good people. Don’t let being independent turn you into a weird ass hermit or a selfish prick. Use your independence to keep you going and hopefully inspire others. “Hey, he did it on his own because he had to. Maybe I can too.” My friends and family get that I can be a “lone wolf” at times. They’ve seen me at my best and at my worst and they’ve helped pick me back up and got me on track again when I just couldn’t do it on my own. Be independent and be proud of it, just make sure you’re not alone. There is a difference. I’ve been TOO independent for too long. Time to change.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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I’ll let Pitbull and Nelly take this one today

“My Kinda Girl”

 

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