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Summer Break!

Taking a little summer break people!

All new T-pisodes returning Monday, August 22nd with T-pisode 321.

 

I’ll still be on social media!

-T

 

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T-pisode 320: WTF?!

This is the last pic I took before all the fucking insanity was unleashed into the world and flipped it upside down.

This is the last pic I took before all the fucking insanity was unleashed into the world and flipped it upside down.

 

This is going to be one of those impromptu kind of pissed off no holds barred T-pisodes that put T-blawg on the map circa 2009-2012. Why? Well of course I’m going to tell you why. I planned on writing a new batch of T-pisodes this weekend. Lately I have written them in blocks of five. Like I did with my 5-part “Keys To Happiness” series after the Orlando shooting. I had a T-pisode in mind for today about the nonsense that caused my last dating relationship to end. I had a couple of possible sequels ready to go too. I even had an “Eastie Boys Reunion” one I was going to write. But instead, the world went fucking nuts right before my vacation to London & Paris and then went even more nuts while I was on vacation and is going more, MORE nuts as I write this.

WHAT…THE…FUUUUCK??? I have steered away from politics, religion, race issues and their likeness for most of the life of T-blawg. But not today. No way, son. I’m letting it fucking rip. Click away now if your sensitive ass isn’t ready for bad boy T’s return. The gentleman took today off. You ready? In the last six weeks the WHOLE world suffered. The WHOLE world. The Orlando shooting to the shooting deaths of two black men to the shootings of police officers in Dallas to the tragedy in Nice, France to the craziness that is happening now in Turkey. This has caused people to react in many ways. Mostly like assholes in my opinion. I know assholes. I grew up an asshole surrounded by even bigger assholes. But not like this. I never hated someone because of their race. Their religion. Their sexuality. This is a different type of asshole. The kind where people are selecting from issues that only matter to them. The kind of hate and assholeness that is dividing the world even more. People want to point fingers at Obama. People want to point fingers at all young black men. People want to point fingers at all cops. People want to say that an attention hungry, insane businessman and reality show star Donald Trump will fix things without any political experience or a realistic platform. People are saying a lot of crazy and stupid shit on social media and on the news adding more fuel to the fires lit across the globe. You can’t choose when it comes to things like this. You can’t pick and choose which tragedy or issue makes you upset over another tragedy or issue. Fuck #ANYKINDOFLIVESMATTER bullshit. The whole world is going down the toilet and a lot of us are doing the flushing. Are you all insane?! People are dying because they’re black. Because they’re gay. Because they’re cops. Because religious extremists are distorting religions as a reason to kill. People are dying because there are the kind of guns out there in the streets that shouldn’t be in the hands of regular citizens. People are dying because there are people out there filled with so much hate and finding ways to kill others even without guns…without bombs…without war. This is the world we live in now?

You’re not an asshole because you are white or black. You’re not an asshole because you’re a cop. You’re not an asshole because you are gay. You’re not an asshole because of you’re religion. You’re an asshole because you’re an asshole. You’re an asshole first and your skin color, sexuality, occupation, tax-bracket and religion are all a distant fucking second. Stop using all of that as a reason for being an asshole. For a reason to hate. We all need to smarten the fuck up. It’s 2016. We should be progressing instead of rapidly regressing. Shit. And as much as I teased the shit out of people for playing Pokemon Go this past week, when I left the office and walked past a popular Boston landmark every day after work I saw people of every race, color and religion having fun with that silly game. Together. Smiling and chasing those little stupid invisible things. Don’t tell me this world can’t be saved. There are still good people in this world. There is still a lot of good. I truly believe that. It’s just a little harder to see or find right now. So try being good more, people. For humanity. For all of us. What the fuck…

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 319: Keys To Happiness Part 5: Always Smile

I walk by the Swan Boats and think of my childhood trips into the city. Then I walk by the bench my grandfather used to sit on in the Boston Common when he took me into the city. Both make me smile. Good and bad smiles.

I walk by the Swan Boats and think of my childhood trips into the city. Then I walk by the bench my grandfather used to sit on in the Boston Common when he took me into the city. Both make me smile. Good and bad smiles.

 

*There is just too much hate & sadness going on in the world today so I’ve decided to do a 5-part T-pisode series about my own personal keys to happiness in this crazy thing we call life.

 

Smile. Das it. No matter what. Smile. That’s how I’m closing out this five-part “Keys To Happiness” T-pisode series. I smile a lot. Maybe too much. Most of the time I smile it’s because I’m up to something bad. I’m being a pain in the ass. I’m being a wiseass. Or I’m flirting with a beautiful woman. Or maybe I’m smiling at someone who is trying to talk shit about my Boston teams and they have NO chance in winning an argument with me. So I smile. And I also smile because I laugh a lot. My mother embedded into my brain at an early age when we were piss poor in East Boston that “No matter how bad things are, you have to find a way to laugh.” I smiled just now when I wrote that. Thanks again, Ma.

Smile. It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to get out of bed and head into the office on a beautiful day. Just do it and smile while you do it. It’ll make it easier, trust me. Smile. Even if you don’t want to go to the gym tonight after a long day at work. Put on your headphones, thump a good playlist and get your workout on while smiling. Even if you look crazy to everyone else in the gym for smiling! Smile. Fellas, go up to that pretty girl and talk to her. Smile the entire time you do it. It will up your confidence and maybe you might make her smile too. Smile. Ladies, we KNOW you hate it when a guy tells you to smile. We KNOW. But you have no idea what it is like for us guys to see a beautiful woman smile. Especially if we’re the reason you are smiling. Smile…smile…smile! Good or bad…Easy or tough…Sunshine or cloudy days…Just go about your day with a smile on your face and do what you can to make someone else smile almost every day. Yeah, I know it sounds corny. Yeah, I know it sounds easier said than done. But I am sick of seeing a world where things like “resting bitch face” is acceptable. Or where everyone seems to go on social media to just complain about everything in the world while ending their tirades with sad or angry face emojis. I’m not saying a smile will change the world. I’m not saying that holding the door open with a smile for a stranger will bring world peace. I am saying it costs you next to nothing to smile except a small chance that someone else may smile because of it.

Smile. All day long. Even if you’re sad. Even if you’re pissed. Think of a reason to smile. Someone or something that makes you smile. Look at a crazy meme on Instagram. Text your best friend. Think about that time you took that beautiful woman out and she told you that was the best date of her life. Because guess what? You’ll smile. Because at that moment you are happy. Smiling and happiness go hand in hand yo. The more smiles we see in the world then the more happiness we will have as well. It’s not that hard people. We just need more of it. Smile.

Next week…I get back to usual T-blawg business.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 318: Keys To Happiness Part 4: F*ck Normal

I still live in the city because living in the city and seeing sunsets over the CITGO sign near Fenway Park make me happy. And you don't get to see this in the suburbs everyday.

I still live in the city because living in the city and seeing sunsets over the CITGO sign near Fenway Park make me happy. And you don’t get to see this in the suburbs everyday like I do.

 

*There is just too much hate & sadness going on in the world today so I’ve decided to do a 5-part T-pisode series about my own personal keys to happiness in this crazy thing we call life.

 

I’ve gone on record here several times about how my life isn’t normal. SEVERAL. I have gone on and on about not settling…why I don’t care about what other people my age are doing…why I’m not living in the suburbs and drinking beer in front of the TV and battling with my wife after my 9-5 job until the kids go to bed…why annual Disney vacations aren’t appealing to me…why I’m covered in ink while having a kick ass corporate America day job gig…why I write scripts and get on movie sets..why I travel the world every chance I get…why I do mud races that electrocute me…how I still can date girls almost half my age…why I KNOW I created the hat low thing…why I still come here every Monday…BECAUSE my life isn’t normal! And I love it. I LOVE it.

The definition of normal to me is everything that is opposite of what makes me happy in my life. To me it isn’t even average. Normal is below average. It is sub par. It is boring. It isn’t entertaining. When you live your life with the motto “Live a life that always gives you a story to tell” then you tend to go against the grain. And I’m telling you one more time that you should say “F*ck Normal” and try to achieve a life that is anything but normal. I can’t tell you what to do or how to live your life but let’s not bullshit here. You know damn well whether or not your life is normal. Boring. Whether it leaves you with an unfulfilled feeling almost daily. You know what makes you happy. You know the difference between normal and exciting. It doesn’t matter if you’re young or old. Married or single. It doesn’t have to be normal. Life isn’t a TV show or a romantic comedy that has the same formula ending every single time. Life should be full of adventures. Full of people who you come across in your path and whether good or bad they keep moving you along in life! Staying still, living the norm will not get you that. It is ok to not be normal! When I’m around anyone…ANYONE…they know I’m going to tell one hell of a story. Maybe two or a hundred. They know I’m going to speak my mind and shock them. Entertain them. Make them laugh. Make them feel something. Why? Because living a life that is anything but normal has given me that ability. It has given me complete and total happiness as well. Am I completely fulfilled? No. Not yet. But I am happy. Because I am not normal.

F*ck normal. And f*ck everyone and everything that tries to make you normal like them. You don’t need those people or things in your life. DO NOT let them deflect on to you the things they never had the balls to do or go out and achieve themselves. Don’t let their unhappiness seep into your life and destroy your happiness. I’m not saying that they’re bad people for being normal. I’m saying you’re a bad person if you let someone else make you normal if you don’t want to be. It’s ok to not be normal. It’s ok to say “f*ck normal.” It’s OK to be happy.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 317: Keys To Happiness Part 3: No Drama

Memes make me laugh. Boston’s Museum of Science is one of my favorite places on this planet. Taking pics for Instagram entertains me. And I AVOID drama as much as possible. This pic combines a few of my favorite things that make T happy.

Memes make me laugh. Boston’s Museum of Science is one of my favorite places on this planet. Taking pics for Instagram entertains me. And I AVOID drama as much as possible. This pic combines a few of my favorite things that make T happy.

 

*There is just too much hate & sadness going on in the world today so I’ve decided to do a 5-part T-pisode series about my own personal keys to happiness in this crazy thing we call life.

 

One of the things I’ve been preaching more and more with age is that I don’t have time for nor do I want anyone or anything that brings any sort of drama into my life. At my age I don’t have time for drama. I’m pretty sure I’ve tweeted that? Hmmm. When you grow up in a heavy drama filled environment you end up one of two ways. You either become someone who enjoys and continues to create and dwell in drama or you become someone who wants absolutely nothing to do with drama. I fall into the latter.

I hate drama. Drama sucks the happiness out of life. We all know the people who cause drama. Drama at work. Drama in relationships. Drama on Facebook. Drama when they call you. Drama when they text you. Drama when you see them at family parties twice a year. Drama, drama, drama. And drama is the EXACT opposite of any key to happiness!!! TRUST ME! Drama takes the joy out of everything by causing you to waste your time, feelings and energy on misdirection. One key to happiness? AVOID FUCKING DRAMA. We know drama when we see it. Don’t lie to yourself. It is almost always avoidable. Case in point… When someone in my family causes drama every time I see them? Guess what? I stop seeing them. Yep. When suddenly a woman I’m dating ups and causes me drama just because she wants to or enjoys it or doesn’t know how to communicate with me? I end it. I stop the drama before it sucks the happiness out of my life. I avoid drama. I don’t chase drama. I don’t cause drama. We all watch TV shows and movies and crazy people on social media living out drama. That is entertaining because it’s not happening to you but when it happens to you, it’s not fun. It’s not entertaining. We are all too familiar with drama so you should do your absolute best to avoid it if you really want to be happy. Drama destroys all things happy. Remember that. Know that. Respect that.

The next time you see drama’s ugly head coming over the horizon make sure to run. DO NOT confront drama. That’s what it wants you to do. I’m all about confronting problems and fighting to get your point across but you can’t beat drama. The people who live in that fog of despair will only suck you in. They thrive in it. They embrace the phrase “misery loves company.” So avoid them. Avoid it. No drama is one of the most important keys to happiness and I know this from first hand experience. You’re welcome.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 316: Keys To Happiness Part 2: Small Circle

Meet people. Make friends. See the world. Get to know yourself. But keep your circle tight. Your closest will always make you the happiest.

Meet people. Make friends. See the world. Get to know yourself. But keep your circle tight. Your closest will always make you the happiest.

 

*There is just too much hate & sadness going on in the world today so I’ve decided to do a 5-part T-pisode series about my own personal keys to happiness in this crazy thing we call life.

 

Know what makes me happy? People. No seriously. I mean I’m a wiseass and I tend to bust the balls of everyone I care about. The more I like you, the more I’ll bust your balls. And there isn’t a better group of people whose balls I like to bust more than those select few in my inner circle. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I know A LOT of people. My reach extends from Boston across the country to Los Angeles, Hollywood, etc. to all over Europe now. Yep. Sure does. But I only rely on, love and stay in daily contact with my small circle.

I don’t have to see my small circle everyday. Nope. The key to happiness with a good small circle is that they know you. They know and respect your life. They know and respect your busy schedule. They know and respect your borderline offensive sense of humor. And they love and respect you because they know YOU. Whether I’m sitting with someone from my small circle or whether I’m with a few of them in person or just texting back & forth nonsense throughout the day, I know that I’m loved. They know that I love them. We’re not always in each other’s physical presence but our presence is always felt. It’s a support system when you don’t even need it. Everyday I “talk to” most of my small inner circle in one form or another. If I come across something funny or offensive, I know EXACTLY who I can send it to. Who I can call and laugh about it with. The craziness that comes with loving me means that you also have to put up with me. I know that I’m hard to love. I know that my circle respects my honesty but also hates that about me sometimes. I know that my circle knows how busy I am and that they love my hustle but that they also get pissed when I’m “too busy” for their liking at times. I get it. And they get it. But my life makes me happy and they’re a part of my life. And I’m a part of theirs. Over the years my circle has become smaller and smaller but that center core has remained intact. Some have brought wives and kids into that core circle and I love them all more for it. When I’m down, they all pick me up now in their own special ways. And I couldn’t be more thankful or happier for that. For them.

My small circle will tell me I’m a pain in the ass. That I’m outspoken. That I work too hard. That I’ll probably never settle down. That I’m absolutely insane at times. That I deny that I’m sensitive or passionate. That I get defensive when they’re right and I’m wrong. They know my flaws and my “few” weaknesses. But they also know that even at this age I’m the first one who will put somebody into the ground for each of them. Because their happiness makes me happy. And I’ll always put each of them first as often as I can but I know they understand the sacrifices I make when I can’t or when they don’t see me. For them I try. For no one else then…maybe. But that small circle of friends and family we each have makes each of us who we are because they know what truly makes us happy. And that’s key. See what I did there?

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 315: Keys To Happiness Part 1: “Do You”

We all know what makes us happy so stay the course, do more of it and just keep doing you!

We all know what makes us happy so stay the course, do more of it and just keep doing you!

 

*There is just too much hate & sadness going on in the world today so I’ve decided to do a 5-part T-pisode series about my own personal keys to happiness in this crazy thing we call life.

 

With the Orlando tragedy this weekend and all the politicians and social media throwing around words…words of sadness…without substance…words full of hate…words coming from raw emotion…I had to write something. I’ve seen some stuff in my day. I’ve seen and been through a lot of bad and I am someone full of opinions, thoughts and passion. I wanted to react like everyone else. I wanted to take to social media and “go off” as well. But I caught myself and decided to come here to T-blawg instead.

T-blawg makes me happy. It’s my outlet to the rest of the world where I get to share pieces of my own little world. I can write anything I want here and I have. And I will. Instead of talking about loss and gun control and terrorism and politics and hate, I’m writing about happiness. What makes me happy. What has made me happy. What continues to make me happy. Over the next 5 weeks I’m going to bring happiness here on T-blawg and hopefully into the lives of anyone that comes here every Monday. When I write anything T-blawg, the site, it’s Twitter, it’s Facebook, it’s Instagram…I’m doing me. I turn off my day-to-day and I put the hat on. I pull it down low and I write. Because it makes me happy. What I’m saying is, I do me. “Do you” has been a popular phrase for a while now. We tell each other to “do you” when we’re mad at each other. Like, “I’m all set. Go live your life.” Whether directly or indirectly, we have all been told by someone to “do you.” And that’s EXACTLY what we should all be doing. Live your life. Don’t live in fear. Don’t let hate change who you are inside. Don’t let the hurt make you a different person. “Do you” should mean to you that you are doing whatever makes you happy in your life. And over the next 5 weeks I’m going to do just that. Take an uncharacteristic T-blawg approach by writing all about happiness. Because I think we all need more happiness in our lives.

After today you’ll read about how my small circle makes me happy. How and why you need to avoid drama at all costs to be happy. Why being anything but normal will be sure to make you happy. And why you should always smile no matter who or what hurt you and is no longer in your life. So all that means you should just “do you” and be happy. Now more than ever. We all know what’s going on in the world and it will probably get worse before it gets better unfortunately. But right now here on T-blawg for at least a little while, I’m going to do my best to entertain you and make us all happy.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 314: 75 Minutes

Temporary blindness was the much needed disconnect and moment of tranquility I never really allow for myself. And that realization scared the hell out of me.

Temporary blindness was the much-needed disconnect and moment of tranquility I never really allow for myself. And that realization scared the hell out of me.

 

I don’t know if I’ve ever written about my vision on here? Don’t know if I ever had a reason to until now? But if you were wondering, my vision was terrible up until a week ago. My vision started to decline in my left eye around the 8th grade and then the right eye started to go in my late teens. I wasn’t blind as a bat, I just couldn’t see far away at first. Then things started to get blurry up close. I was supposed to wear glasses during the decline. I never did. I started to wear them in my early twenties until I got sick of them and got contacts. I can’t stand glasses, sunglasses or contacts. And I have these ridiculously long eyelashes that would fall in between my eyeball and contact constantly making it feel like someone was stabbing me in the eye. Good times. So after years of this nonsense I decided to get LASIK. iLASIK like the astronauts to be exact.

I went in last Friday during the long Memorial Day Weekend. The procedure itself is pretty simple and almost completely painless. The prep work of appointments and eye exams before and after are the real hassle. But the iLASIK procedure takes less than 10 minutes on each eye. So I was done with the procedure in 20 minutes. Now here’s what this T-pisode is all about. After the procedure you have to keep your eyes completely shut for two straight hours. And you can’t fall asleep during those two hours. Because your eyes move like crazy (REM) when you’re asleep and that would cause problems with your new “flaps” rubbing against your eyelids. So I spent about 15 minutes in a room after the procedure then the doctor let me go. Of course I couldn’t drive with my eyes closed so I had a ride. I got home about 30 minutes after that. So now I had to sit still for the next 75 minutes by myself on my couch with my eyes closed and without falling asleep. SO…that meant for ME…NO work, no writing, no talking (I was alone now), no texting, no T-blawg, no working out, no social media, no TV, no sports, no movies, no…NOTHING. A guy you all know by now who is always busy, always doing something, always moving was forced to do NOTHING in darkness, in silence for 75 straight minutes. My phone alarm was set. The first 15 minutes were brutal. I felt like I was losing my mind. Then something happened… For the next 60 minutes I found this calming peaceful feeling. I never felt like this before. Because I never allowed myself to be still like this before. When I first moved into the city and got into Muay Thai, Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and later dirty boxing, one of the techniques I had to incorporate into my training was meditation. At most I did about 15 minutes of meditating during that time. And in THIS moment in those 75 minutes, I realized I hadn’t meditated in about 5 years. I know what road I’m on in my life. But at that moment I felt like I was lost and found my way back. Crazy talk, I know. But I put out every woman, work, writing, health, friend, family, finance and career issue in my life for a solid hour. I found peace inside me that I hadn’t had in a very long time. My brain and mouth were both off and I felt like I knew I was certainly handling most things well in my life. Other things I realized I messed up. And I made that peace with myself. And then I hit the light at the end of the tunnel and the alarm went off. Just like that. My LASIK procedure not only brought my vision back, but it helped to unexpectedly center me. Damn homey.

I’m about a week into life after iLASIK and I couldn’t be happier! The goal was 20/25 vision and it turns out I now have 20/15 vision. So I have like superpowers now. Not really. Just better than 20/20. I haven’t had the time to meditate again. I got right back into the craziness of my life and I don’t know if I’ll find the time to meditate again any time soon. I hope it isn’t in another 5 years though. But right now at least, I feel centered. Peaceful. I could be reacting to a lot of things going on in my life right now in a totally typical “T way” but instead I’m calm. Because I can see differently now. In more ways than one. I leave you all with recommending both iLASIK if your vision is terrible and meditation if your chi is all out of whack. Das it for now!

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 313: T Does Memorial Day Weekend

Just like Honest Abe, I tell no lies. And I’ll always smile when people don’t believe that statement. Oh well.

Just like Honest Abe, I tell no lies. And I’ll always smile when people don’t believe that statement. Oh well.

 

First, Memorial Day is all about the brave men and women in the armed forces who lost their lives defending the good ol’ U-S of A. So respect to all of them and respect to this great country. For all of those who have never served in the military, we get a three-day weekend. Some people tend to go away to beaches or to Miami or to Vegas for the long weekend or just sit around and BBQ and get drunk. Me? My Memorial Day weekends for some reason have been both intentionally and unintentionally full of some memorable moments. Good, bad, ugly and epic. In honor of Memorial Day, I am finally sharing some of those tales.

There was the Memorial Day weekend of the second year of living in the city for me. I lived in Back Bay in a place called “The Boss Condo.” I loved that place. But it was not a condo. I just liked calling it that to piss my friends off. LOLz. I was watching my friend’s puppy that weekend and went out drinking with a friend Friday night after work. After 72 hours of straight debauchery, by Monday I woke up and had a woman from Chicago crying at me, telling me she wanted to leave her husband and move in with me from everything I did with her that weekend. She was in love! Yeah, that was weird. And the poor puppy witnessed the whole thing too! My friend never forgave me for traumatizing her dog. Another year I had a girl go nuts on me in my new place. I picked her up. She stayed. We got into a text battle for like 48 hours and I never heard from her again. I totally mishandled that one. That was on me. My bad. In 2013…I packed my bags and spent 4 days in sunny California with a great lady friend in LA and then with my “West Coast Fam” in Newport Beach. I had way too much fun out there before coming back to Boston and destroying my body in my first Tough Mudder just two weeks later! Good times. Two years ago I spent the long weekend in DC and Philly with a woman I was crazy in love with when we left Boston, but not so much when we came back and to one hell of an unexpected ending. It was my first time in DC too and I still can taste that epic porterhouse I ate in “Bobby Van’s” directly across the street from Obama and the White House! Too bad my arm was torn to shit with nerve damage and I was in throbbing pain the entire time but hey…that physical pain was nothing compared to the crippling emotional pain that followed. LOLzzzzz. Stupid breakups. Last year I spent a part of the weekend watching my oldest and bestest bro dominate on stage in a bodybuilding competition. Dude was building for that moment his entire life and I was hella proud to spend the day watching his dream and hard work come to life on that stage. This year? This year I’m blind! Well not really. I’m going in for a Lasik procedure. Yep. I’m going to pay thousands of dollars to have a laser zap both my eyes and spend the weekend healing up hoping for some super powers. I just hope I don’t die “Final Destination” style. So like I said, my Memorial Day weekends are not normal. Hell no. But they are memorable.

So…you can have your cookouts. Your pool dips. Your lobster colored garbage man sunburns. Your way too many beers and games of cornhole. Enjoy your Vegas benders. Your South Beach hookups. Your Maine, Newport Rhode Island and your silly Figawi runs. Sleep in. Pass out. Facebook and Instagram all of it. Me…I’ll be doing something that only T can do. Every year. Whether I like it or not. But whatever you do, just make sure you know why we have the long weekend and be sure to pay respect in one form or another. Happy Memorial Day.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 312: Hella Options

I chose this pic for certain reasons…If you go to my Instagram…ahem…@tblawg…you will see a variety of takes on this shot. What am I getting at??? It shows that some of us have SEVERAL options when others don’t have many options at all. And a truly successful man always has options, baby. Read below and see, ok?

I chose this pic for certain reasons…If you go to my Instagram…ahem…@tblawg…you will see a variety of takes on this shot. What am I getting at??? It shows that some of us have SEVERAL options when others don’t have many options at all. And a truly successful man always has options, baby. Read below and see, ok?

 

I’m coming in hot, fast and over the top with this one on this Monday folks! This T-pisode is geared towards a specific T-blawg reader. A certain type of…man if you will. This is for the fellas. Not just any fella, but the fellas who are at a place in their lives where they know who they are. Know what they have. Know what they want. And know where they are going. The guys who work their asses off. Take care of their loved ones. Spoil the lucky ladies they date. And serve a purpose on this planet. These men are SINGLE, SUCCESSFUL and DIVERSE. And I’m here today to let my fellow brothers in arms know that they have options. They have HELLA options actually.

Fellas, you have options. Know what your options are. Know that you can do whatever you want when you have reached a certain level in life. Know that you should be able to date whoever you want. Know that you have an Option A when it comes to dating. This is your main option. Respect that option. Be committed to that option if and when it gets serious. If it doesn’t, have an Option B. And an Option C. And D. And so on lined up. Always. When it comes to income know that you should commit yourself to your career. Once you are making a great living make sure you start an Option B, a hobby. Make sure you start an Option C, a passion. Make sure you set up Options D-Z…investing, property, start-ups, small businesses…etc. Get them all going sooner rather than later. The single, successful, diverse gentleman has options. Commit to yourself and know that through that commitment that you can go anywhere on this planet. Build yourself so that you are invaluable to your employer. Take all of your passions, hobbies and intelligent investments and have different revenue streams. Have that young girl come over for wine and pizza or take that classy woman out to that new expensive restaurant that just opened. Sit in the bleachers and get hammered with your old crew or sit in the front row end zone the entire season with your best bro. You have options but you must make sure you are NOT an option to anyone else. Not to any woman. Not to any friend. Not to your company. Not to anyone or anything. YOU are not an option. But you HAVE all the options in the world. Remember this. This level is called “Hella Options” and you can thank me for this by going out this weekend and enjoying each one of your very own options, boys!

I’m not the same T who started this site back in 2009. I didn’t have as many options back then. I sure as hell do now though. My breed…the single, successful, diverse gentleman is the rarest breed. Not every man can claim all three nor should he have to. There are married successful men. There are single men who have not reached success yet. And some men don’t even know what the hell diversity means. These words written here are not for those men today. These words today are for the guys out there who didn’t know they had so many options. They didn’t know that 7 minutes ago or maybe they just needed a reminder. Well you got it. You have hella options. Just like me.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 311: Not Your Cup Of Tea…Pun Intended

Sometimes you can’t even see the storm coming. All you can do is batten down the hatches when it hits and pray you come out the other side heading in the right direction.

Sometimes you can’t even see the storm coming. All you can do is batten down the hatches when it hits and pray you come out the other side heading in the right direction.

 

I’m not giving any advice in this one. Not doing a list here either. No self-imposed rules or life philosophies this week. Not posting about my latest trip to London quite yet. And DEFINITELY not doing my 100th take on dating this Monday after last week that’s for damn sure. No lists! You won’t even see anything about Boston either. Nah ah, sorry. This one is about the man himself. The guy in the title. The one man show you all love to read about. This one is about T. This is about me. The guy you love to hate or the guy you hate to love. Das me. And I don’t give a flying fuck if anyone’s sensibilities get offended on this Monday. So continue at your own risk.

Something I learned about myself writing here and pouring my fucking heart out every week… It really doesn’t matter what your story is or stories are. Sometimes no one wants to hear about how the underdog made it. How one man went from rags to riches. It doesn’t even matter how funny people find you. How entertaining. Your pains, your losses, your wins, your gains…people forget about them sometimes. Charming qualities and education will only go so far too. From bro to gentleman and from the streets to high-rise offices lose it’s appeal. Because all of that isn’t shit if you’re just not someone’s cup of tea. Seriously. Everybody ain’t for everybody. I’m certainly not. You will like me today and you WILL hate me tomorrow. You can laugh at something I write now and then be offended by something else I write next. Why? Because you already have your mind made up about me depending on the latest truth or opinion I shared with you. There’s no need to deflect here. No need to act like I did something different. My life is an open book. I just lift the hat lid high enough for you to get a peek at the man now and then. You come here or you come into my life and you take the good with the bad. Or else you can fucking go. This is T-blawg. I run this place like I run my life. My way. Shit isn’t always going to be emojis and jokes. Shit isn’t always going to be expensive dinners and trips around the world. I have an edge. I come from shit. I made it to the top but I still have flaws. You read them. You embrace them. Or you walk the fuck out the door. I am who I am and at my age I’ve accepted everything good and everything bad that come with being me. You don’t have to. I get it. I really do. But if you want to stay you most certainly are welcome. Just know THAT cup of fucking tea may go cold every once in a while if you let it sit out too long by not drinking it. So sit down. Stay a while. And let’s chat over some hot fucking tea. Get it?

Otherwise, please don’t do the fucking hat pose today and then hate me because of my words here tomorrow. I don’t work that way. You know what this is. You know who I am now. T-blawg is an engine that I built from scratch and sometimes I just start the fucking car and go. Like I do every morning when I get out of bed. Full throttle. I go hard. I go fast. Sometimes I run shit over. I do. I make life look easy because I work very hard at it. You all don’t see that unless I choose to show you. Trust me, it isn’t easy being me. Yes I’ve gotten better at life, but I’m only human and I’m still flawed as fuck. We all are. And maybe, just maybe, you’re just not MY cup of tea either. Maybe you never were. That’s how life goes sometimes. But I’ll take the time out of my busy life to drink that tea while it’s still hot to find out first. That’s for damn sure. That’s me.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 310: Social Media “Just Not Into You” Signs

Having clarity instead of sending mixed signals and not letting the person you’re dating misinterpret things is….wait for itttttt…paramount. Damn, I’m getting good at this!

Having clarity instead of sending mixed signals and not letting the person you’re dating misinterpret things is….wait for itttttt…paramount. Damn, I’m getting good at this!

 

I wanted to get back to my lists and I’m thinking this is going to end up being another T-blawg classic list! Why? Because it is needed. It is honest. It is going to do what my lists usually do…clear some shit up. Basically. Social media can make or break some people, some relationships, let’s be honest. Certain things seen and said or not seen and not said can be misinterpreted or taken exactly how someone wants you take them because they don’t want to be direct with you. Either way, it sucks. So I made a list to clarify some things. When you’re done with this list three things will happen to you people still in the dating game. One…you will start being more honest. Two…you’re going to realize how and why these things below can be taken the wrong way. Three…you’re going to want to start putting on your adult pants and stop letting social media do your dirty dating work for you. Ready? Ok…

 

 

Doesn’t like your pics publicly…This right here makes the person you’re dating think that you don’t want others finding out about them. Or find out that you’re dating them. Looks like you’re hiding something(s) and you are coming off shady. People that date like each other’s stuff and let it be known. Das it.

 

Doesn’t text first or say much…This isn’t really social media but we cycle through our texts along with our social media apps. Sure we do. We all have our apps and texting order that we go through during the day. But adults text and talk to each other. They don’t wait for the other person to “go first” or keep count on who said more or less or texted last. Kids do that.

 

Snaps everyone and their mother but you…If she or he puts everyone in their Snap story but never you? Then they’re seeing other people. Even if they say they’re not. Otherwise, you would be in their story without anything for them to hide. TRUST me.

 

Unfollows an ex but still likes their pics…Why? If nothing was going on with this person then they would still be following them. If they are not following them but still take the time to check out their page and like their stuff, there is still something going on there.

 

Doesn’t respond to your comments publicly…When they take this “offline” to respond to a comment to you instead of doing it publicly for the world to see then this means they still want to appear single. Sure does!

 

Snaps, Grams, Tweets, Facebooks before texting you…When a conversation stops the night before then the first communication that you see from them the next day should be a text before you see them doing anything else. If they post on social media before texting you back then you are absolutely not a priority to them.

 

Doesn’t send “risqué” snaps…Not saying everyone has to send nudes but if you’re not sending anything sexy to each other and not getting busy when you do finally see each other, then something is off. WAY off.

 

Never puts up a relationship status…This speaks for itself. It sends the clearest message and really can’t be misinterpreted. Either put up your real status or no status at all. But keeping single up there when you’ve been dating someone for a while makes you look like a douche.

 

Posts all the nice things you do for them/give them but never acknowledges that it’s you providing these things…Also speaks for itself. When someone cares about you then they will let it be known it’s you doing all these things that make them smile. Period.

 

Ex blatantly posts memes/quotes about them and they “like” them…WHY do you still care or even acknowledge this person and their games? Dumb.

 

Constantly goes through the “friending/unfriending” with someone…This means that other person probably knows about you but they still want attention from them so you’ll see this happening until that person either ends it with you or finally ends it with them. It’s also dumb. LOLz.

 

Responds to an ex/side piece’s meme/quote with one of their own…Meme battles, never a good look yo. WE see when you do it though. Oh yes we do. We just don’t speak on it, but now some of you will. You’re welcome.

 

Never talks on the phone. Ever…None of us are big phone talkers in 2016 but if you don’t want to hear someone’s voice or FaceTime them every once in a while, then you’re heartless af.

 

Likes way too many guys selfies…No need for this. And “like for like” is something middle school kids do. Seriously.

 

Meets someone when out and immediately starts following them on all their social media shit…This means they are interested in this person. Without a doubt. When people meet for the first time and bust out their phones to exchange numbers and all social media info? There’s something happening.

 

The only time you get a sexy pic is when she clearly sent it to several other guys…WE CAN TELL WHEN YOU DO THIS.

 

Goes out of their way to appear “single” on social media when out with friends…First it’s annoying when you share every single second of your night out. Second, looks like you’re doing it to either appear extra cool & single or that you’re rubbing it in the face of the person you’re dating who isn’t with you at that moment. Either way, not a good look. Just so you know.

 

Draws stupid stick figures or uses emojis in the “lonely” selfie with them and calls them “bae” because bae doesn’t “exist”…The person you’re dating may not be your bae but it is hella disrespectful to them when you do this corny shit. Just saying.

 

Their social media posts match up to the social media posts of someone you know they’re seeing on the side but neither of them puts each other into the pics/posts/check ins/stories…SHADY. JUST SHADY. And so obvious. Have some more class than that.

 

Posts way too many selfies because still craves the attention of more than one guy…If you’re over the age of 30, you shouldn’t need the validation of strangers on how your face is still holding up honey. Confidence is sexy. Thirst and insecurity are not. YOU should know you’re beautiful and HE knows you’re beautiful, why do you need more than that?

 

Is constantly on Facebook Messenger late hours…Never a good look. You sure as hell ain’t talking to your grandma honey. And you text friends. SO, who dis???

 

Still on social media well after you got the “Going to sleep, goodnight” text…This girl/guy is just not that into you and is still entertaining others my friend.

 

Her closest friends add the “same guy” she added recently on social media…This means her friends met him and like him and she is definitely seeing someone else besides you homie.

 

Keeps her phone face down all the time…And the number one answer is?! LOLzzzz.

 

So, see what I mean? Either you’re doing the above on purpose or don’t realize how the social media things you’re doing are being interpreted by the other person. Either way, cut the shit. Smarten up. Or just end it already. Social media should be taken with a grain of salt but if it is a big part of how you’re dating someone then you have every right to get your respect if you’re giving it. No need to stalk or get upset, just address it and move on people. And once again, thank ol’ T later!

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 309: The 60/40

If it’s not 50/50 then the relationship is not 100. See what I did there? Yeahhh….you see.

If it’s not 50/50 then the relationship is not 100. See what I did there? Yeahhh….you see.

 

This is something I have experienced on both sides. This is something I have seen in every casual dating, serious relationship, long & short-term engagement and marriage in every partnership around me. I’m calling it “The 60/40.” I don’t know a single relationship that is an equal 50/50 split. Nope. Where both the man and the woman are equal giving partners in the relationship. Not a single one in my time. Not one that I have been in. And certainly not one in any form of relationship I have witnessed from a third-party point of view in all my years on this planet. Some people may not want to read this, but you know what? It’s the truth. And that’s what I do here. Here’s “The 60/40” defined.

A couple of years ago I was in a relationship where I was clearly the one giving 60% and she was giving 40%. How? Why? I don’t know. Maybe because I am too giving in relationships. Maybe because she doesn’t give enough in relationships. Or maybe it was just “our” relationship at the time and that’s how it was supposed to be. But I did and gave and loved a lot more than she did. But I have also been on the other side when I didn’t want to give enough or love enough or participate enough and I was the 40. I see relationships and I see how one gives just a little bit more. Loves a little bit more. Puts a little bit more work in than the other. You see this when one kind of drives the relationship by telling the other what to do, when to do it, how to do it. How one chooses what the couple does and where they go more than the other. How they run the house more. How one picks and chooses what the kids do or what they wear and the other just kind of goes along with it. How one has a “Girls Night Out” more often than the other has a “Guys Night Out.” When one’s personality has a clear stamp on the relationship and the other kind of gives up their entire identity when in a relationship. That’s “The 60/40” in a nutshell. Now I always thought a relationship should be 50/50. But even the casual dating isn’t like that. One has to text first. Call first. Plan the night out more. Ask to see them more. 60/40. Wants to meet their friends & family more. Plans the vacation. Chooses date night out once a month. 60/40. Take a look at your current dating/relationship/marriage. You know damn well if you’re doing juuust a little bit more or if your “partner” is. That’s 60/40. Is this how it’s supposed to be? Is 50/50 impossible? I wonder more now than I did then. Because my goal has always been 50/50 or bust. But I think that is changing.

I don’t know if 50/50 is possible for anyone and honestly? I only care whether or not I’m happy wherever I end up. If I’m happy in a 60/40 then so be it. If I realize I’m not? Then I’m back on the quest of finding that ever-elusive 50/50 relationship. Relationships are a partnership. Love is a partnership. Communication is a partnership. When one does more than the other then you’re on a lopsided ship most likely doomed to sink in the middle of the ocean. And for some reason you are blindsided when the relationship ends…when the marriage results in divorce…or when the dating just stops. But if you pay attention and know what side of “The 60/40” you are on then you’ll be just a little better off my friends. Because I most certainly pay attention a lot more now.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 308: Big Little Brother

One of the few who knows who really created this whole hat low face covering internet pic taking thing and can also truly be called one of my few “day ones” for a reason. For many reasons actually.

One of the few who knows who really created this whole hat low face covering internet pic taking thing and can also truly be called one of my few “day ones” for a reason. For many reasons actually.

 

I haven’t done many birthday tribute T-pisodes in the six and a half years of T-blawg’s existence. But if anyone deserves one then it is one of my closest lifelong friends on a milestone birthday. This guy and I go back…way back. “To when we used to rock the red & black lumberjacks with the hats to match.” That’s a take on a Biggie verse. Because we go back when the man himself was alive and putting out albums. We go back to Eastie. That’s right. One of the few people I grew up with and still have in my life today. This big guy and trust me, he’s a big guy, is my tie to my past life…a supporter of my present…and understands what I’m doing for my future. And I am the same to him. That’s a true friend.

I remember picking him up in one of my early shitbox cars after he would “page” me 911 just go eat some roast beef sandwiches. He would always eat. He would always workout. He would always be the youngest of the crew and he would always be the biggest. Everyone in Eastie knew him and everyone until this day knows him. But I get to call him my brother. I remember that one summer when we were kids and he carried around his “Arnold Schwarzenegger Encyclopedia of Modern Bodybuilding” quoting it like he was a priest and it was his bible. To the time we got “illegally” tatted up together. The time he picked me up on my 21st birthday to go to a “gentleman’s club” that he wouldn’t legally be allowed in for until at least four more years after that. Every movie we saw together. Every time we got in “trouble.” Notice the quotes? To all the parties we partied until we passed out “screaming thug life until I die.” Yep. We were together the night of the Tyson fight when Pac died too. I remember when he went off to college to getting updates from him when he was in NFL training camp. I watched my big little brother grow into one hell of a father who always puts his daughter before everything and everyone. He’s the guy who knows a guy for everything. And I’m glad he’s always been one of my guys. I’ll never forget the time I was out of work and he came and got me. The time I went through a break up and he came and got me. The times my mother went through cancer and he came and got me. And for all those talks we have every Patriots season that cover every single thing that pops into our heads driving to and from that stadium. And for a lot of other things I could never put into writing! That’s my big little brother.

So on this day, this milestone birthday for the guy who truly defines the words…friend…loyal…brother…dependable…and for being the most biggest and physically intimidating person I have ever known but yet so damn chill and laid back and had to calm my hot-headed ass down so many times, but for always having my back… I say… Happy Birthday my dude. Today is your day. But your lifelong friendship is really a gift to me. Because I wouldn’t be the man I am today without you in my life. That’s for damn sure.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 307: Basically Basic

These throwback lists are letting me bring back some of my favorite throwback memes! The “Toy Story Something Everywhere” meme will never be not funny to me. NEVER!

These throwback lists are letting me bring back some of my favorite throwback memes! The “Toy Story Something Everywhere” meme will never be not funny to me. NEVER!

 

*I feel like I haven’t been doing a lot of lists lately so I want to make up for that right now. For the next 4 weeks actually. For T-pisodes 306-309 and the Mondays of 4/11-5/2, I am going old school with some of my infamous lists like only I can. Original, funny and honest. Oh… And I’ll even stay away from using my awesome ‘gram pics up top and use some good ol’ fashioned memes for these lists too!

 

Ok so “basic” is a part of the everyday vernacular now, huh? Alright, I’ll allow it. Unlike “bae” or “fleek” or “it’s lit” I’ll accept this one from the millennial generation…for now. However, even though the definition is more along the lines of people being simple or stupid, I’m putting MY take on it. I’m going more with people kind of being annoying and pretty much being very unoriginal. And I’m seeing a lot of it, basically. See what I just did there? Anyway, here’s what I’m calling basically basic.

 

Quinoa/Kale/Avocados
Man I don’t even know how this happened but so many women are obsessed with these three foods! All I see is how much they love quinoa, kale and ESPECIALLY avocados! WHY?! Do you not know about all the other healthy foods out there or something??? No? I never even heard of quinoa until like a year ago yo. So these are…BASICALLY BASIC

Bye Felicia
Hey millennial women…yeah so you didn’t invent this stupid saying. It actually comes from my Gen-X generation and from a little movie called “Friday” when Ice Cube was Ice Cube and not the Ice Cube kind of Ice Cube you know. Wait, what? Either way, “Bye Felicia” is…BASICALLY BASIC

Starbucks
Stop it. No one NEEDS their Starbucks to get it through the day. You just like saying you NEED your Starbucks to get through the day! And you love seeing your name on those dopey cups. Starbucks is…BASICALLY BASIC

Yoga
I’m all about fitness but you know there are like 10,000 other physical activities people are doing everyday that they don’t let the rest of the world know that they are doing everyday like you crazy ass yoga people, right? Just saying. Yoga is now…BASICALLY BASIC

Adding fit to your social media name
Speaking of fitness… Going to said yoga class once and eating said avocado twice does not make you a social media fitness expert. No seriously, it really doesn’t. So please don’t add “fit” to your social media name and try to give out half ass advice while on your so-called magical fitness “journey” ok? Thank you. Because adding “fit” to your name is…BASICALLY BASIC

Gym Mirror Selfies
Also, no one needs to see your full body gym mirror selfie on that one day you make it to the gym in the early morning trying to convince everyone else that you are there everyday at that time but we all know damn well you’re only going once a month to take that silly ass pic because guess what? We can tell. How? You guessed it! By looking at you in your full body gym mirror selfie!!! LOLz. Gym mirror selfies are…BASICALLY BASIC

Sharp Path Long Hair on Top, Shaved Short on Sides Haircuts
Is this still a thing??? Fellas, come onnnn. They are now and have been and always will be…BASICALLY BASIC

Several Pairs of Sneakers & Matching Snapbacks
No. Just no. Because…BASICALLY BASIC

Couple holding hands but one of them is cropped out while the other is looking back smiling pics
What is this nonsense??? I see it a lot. TOO MUCH actually! I want to push you both off a damn cliff. It’s so stupid. End this already because it’s…BASICALLY BASIC

Snapchat car monologues & sing alongs
Yeah why would you think anyone wants to hear you talk to yourself or sing along in your car by yourself for like 200 seconds? Rethink this one, please. Because it’s not cute. Thank you. It’s…BASICALLY BASIC

Golden State Warriors/Carolina Panthers Fans
The fan base for both these teams didn’t exist until last year. Why? Because these teams didn’t start to win anything meaningful until last year. Warriors and Panthers fans are the millennial generation/new age Pink Hatters. You all are suspect!!! And SO fake. LOLzzzz. Get outta here. You are all…BASICALLY BASIC

“’Something something is happening’ but you can’t even get a text back” and “Get you a girl/guy who can do both” memes
I love memes but these memes are stupid and I see them too often. You need to step up your meme game millennials because these memes are…BASICALLY BASIC

 

So there you have it. Too many people both women and men, both young and old are WAY too basic these days. Avoid doing the things on this list and basically YOU too can stop being basic! And watch this video below if you took this list way TOO seriously. You’re welcome.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 306: Not Gentlemanly

Maybe I should start using “LQL” instead of my very sarcastic and annoying “LOLz” in posts, texts & comments? NAH! LOLzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!

Maybe I should start using “LQL” instead of my very sarcastic and annoying “LOLz” in posts, texts & comments? NAH! LOLzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!

 

*I feel like I haven’t been doing a lot of lists lately so I want to make up for that right now. For the next 4 weeks actually. For T-pisodes 306-309 and the Mondays of 4/11-5/2, I am going old school with some of my infamous lists like only I can. Original, funny and honest. Oh… And I’ll even stay away from using my awesome ‘gram pics up top and use some good ol’ fashioned memes for these lists too!

 

First things first with these lists… I’m going at the dudes who wrongly believe that they are gentlemen or purposely portray themselves falsely as gentlemen. I don’t like it. So I identified some things that can help these so-called “gentlemen” possibly become real gentlemen one day and to also help women when dealing with these not so “gentlemanly” gentlemen. Ready? Les go!

 

Posting memes and quotes to either throw digs at your ex or to try to win them back when they have moved on to bigger and better men…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Making a woman pay for ANYTHING on a date…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Not telling a woman that she is beautiful both inside and out every chance you get…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Constantly trying to approach women either through DMs, texts or comments pressuring them to get a “like” or attention out of them like a middle school child…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Cheating on your girl/fiancé/wife in any way, shape or form…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Making a woman cry just because you know how to push those buttons that make her cry just to feel better about yourself…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Raising your voice instead of calming her down…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Not knowing that all the money and gifts in the world don’t compare to the attention you give her and the smiles you put on her face…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Not realizing that the little things mean just as much as the big things. Sometimes more…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Not giving her flowers on her birthday and or giving them for no reason whatsoever like because it’s a Tuesday…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Not respecting her privacy and freedom…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Never asking her what she wants out of life and what you can do to better understand and support her…NOT GENTLEMANLY

If one of her favorite songs comes on and you stop her from raising the volume to sing along…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Badmouthing her best friends…NOT GENTLEMANLY

If she makes you a better man and you don’t tell her that because your pride won’t let you…NOT GENTLEMANLY

If you don’t defend her, protect her and help her when she needs it every SINGLE time…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Lying…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Shaping the relationship so it is only beneficial to you…NOT GENTLEMANLY

Doing everything you possibly can to convince her that you are a gentleman when you know damn well that you are not…NOT GENTLEMANLY

 

And there it is. I can write this list for days fellas. But this is a good start. So now, go be better gentlemen. You’re welcome.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 305: But It’s My Time

Was never a Roc boy like Jay. Was and will always be an Eastie boy though. But now I’m grown.

Was never a Roc boy like Jay. Was and will always be an Eastie boy though. But now I’m grown. And I do enjoy the occasional expensive cigar.

 

When you have a plan for yourself you do whatever it takes to get there. My plan has always been one thing and one thing only, success. And I was always going to be the only one to decide that success. Set that success. Measure that success. And carry out that success. I put goals behind my success and started knocking them off my list the morning I woke up the day after the police and feds came and took my father away when I was just 7 years old. I haven’t looked back since. I thought I still had years to go, but I was wrong.

In the past few weeks my life has gone down a little like this… My mother kicked cancer’s ass for a third time and she’s healthy again. My day-time job is sending me back to London again. I also booked a London and Paris trip for a vacation this summer that I’m taking my mother and niece on. I received another hard-earned annual bonus that was more than both my parents ever made combined in one year. I got a “Happy Birthday” card from my car dealership for my car turning a year old this month. Easter Sunday I picked up my meals from my cook then went by my cousin’s house to play with his kids while we drank two different kinds of ports then ate dinner with my immediate family only to end the night by paying off my Patriots season tickets in cash with my best friend. A week before that I took an amazing woman all over Boston starting with a members only opening day exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts followed by one hell of a dinner at one of my favorite restaurants and then dessert with the finest glass of 30 year port and the most delicious piece of cheesecake found in the entire city at another restaurant. But none of that topped her company. I also enjoyed back to back Saturday nights at one of the hottest new Boston restaurants with some of my closest friends. I had my taxes done one of those Saturday mornings and after discussing my current investments, was advised to start buying property. Because it “made sense” to do it now. All this occurred and continues to occur in my life now while I am still grounded by my closest people. Thank God for that. But this is my life now. While I was chasing success I finally came to the conclusion as of this writing that I’m living that success I was always chasing. That I was always working for. And all this stuff is cool, yes. But I have my health and my happiness and those two things matter more than everything else I just wrote about. But believe me, I know this is my life now. And I am appreciating everything and everyone that comes with it.

Whether T-blawg blows up some more. Whether the book pops and leads to other books. Whether the scripts get made into profitable movies. Whether the day-time job creates an even more stable life for me. Or whether I even get married and have 80 kids one day…I’m here now. I’m in that success now. No longer that Eastie kid hoping and working to reach success in life. I’m that grown man now successful in life. My time is now and I’m enjoying every single second of it. Recognize your own success. Earn it then enjoy it. That’s my advice to end this.

 

“I wish for you a hundred years of success, but it’s MY time.” Jay-Z

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 304: T’s Ten Commandments

I’m not saying this pic is holy or anything. I’m just saying that it is SO good it looks like Baby Jesus may have taken it. But he didn’t. I did. #blessed #waywayup

I’m not saying this pic is holy or anything. I’m just saying that it is SO good it looks like Baby Jesus may have taken it. But he didn’t. I did. #blessed #waywayup

 

With it being the day after Easter and all I thought it would be a good time to drop some commandments on the world. Not the ones by Moses, but the ones by me. These are my ten commandments. They have shaped my life for a very long time and hopefully you all can find them relatable and useful as well. I just felt like it was time to set them in stone. Pun intended. Wait, what?

 
Thou Shall Not Lie
I can’t. I don’t. I won’t. You’ll always get the truth from me. Whether it is a nice truth or one that hurts. And if you don’t believe me, well that’s on you not me.

Thou Shall Honor My Closest
Above all else. Above everyone and everything else. Even above myself. They are few but once you’re in and I care about you, you go above it all.

Thou Shall Work My Ass Off
Everything I do I give my all. EVERYTHING. Half ass is not in me. I earn it. Always have. Always will.

Thou Shall Never Be Content
I’ll always want more for myself because I wasn’t supposed to have what I have today.

Thou Shall Never Waste My Time
I never waste my own time so there is no way I would ever let a person, a woman, a project or anything waste my time. I can lose everything today and find a way to get it all back but I can never get time back.

Thou Shall Make It Funny
Whether I’m in a good mood or a bad mood… Whether times are easy or times are tough… Whether I’m up or down… I’ll always find the funny. Making people laugh, making myself laugh. Big laughs or small laughs. If I don’t laugh or provide laughs about 50 times a day, then I’m disrespecting my mother’s motto of “You always have to find a way to laugh.”

Thou Shall Be Successful
No explanation needed except that I measure my own success while never comparing mine to that of others.

Thou Shall Not Sleep Til I’m Dead
I never sleep. I have tried so hard to find a way to sleep more. I just can’t do it. My mind and body just want to keep going. Keep doing. Keep thinking. Every damn day. I’m just going to have to accept this. I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

Thou Shall Be The Best Man He Can Be
In every way, shape and form possible to myself and to everyone I know and every stranger whose path I cross. I try. Believe me, I try.

Thou Shall Always Put On For Boston
I love my city. No matter where I go on this planet, Boston comes with me. Boston has given me so much and I’ll always give back. I am Boston.

 

And those are my ten commandments.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 303: T Does Snapchat

Look… If you’re a player on one of Boston’s rival teams and you come into my city, I’m going to boo you in public and Snapchat the moment. Das it.

Look… If you’re a player on one of Boston’s rival teams and you come into my city, I’m going to boo you in public and Snapchat the moment. Das it.

 

I held out from joining Snapchat for a very long time. Mostly because I thought I was too “grown” for that app and mostly because what I knew about it made me of all people, question the morality of it. Let me tell you what I knew about Snapchat before I joined. I knew it was a place to share little snippets of your life whether by photo or video up to 10 seconds at a time. I also knew it was an app that allowed you to send whatever you wanted to one of your friends on there and that it would disappear once opened. And that there was an understood and unspoken rule that you could not screenshot that pic and if you did, that person would receive a notification that you did. Snapchat reeked of shadiness to me but with the potential for some fun.

An ex of mine was always on Snapchat when we dated. She never showed me anything that was on her Snapchat. This is also the same ex who never told me she was on Instagram either and added a dude while we were dating on her Facebook and just so happened to immediately start dating him after we broke up. So I just have to assume a lot of shadiness was going down on her Snap too. Why? Because social media can be shady depending on how you use it. I mean, go back and re-read what I just wrote. Social media can cause you to keep secrets from the people you’re dating especially if you “entertain” strangers or exes or almost anyone in general for that matter if you have this unhealthy need for likes, hearts, compliments and dirty late night DMs. And no other social media app enables that need more than Snapchat. It’s like a drug. I confirmed all of this within my first month of joining. Wow, it was crazy on there. People can be relentless on there hiding behind the “disappearing” feature. There is a very unhealthy and shady side to Snapchat and it makes me question myself for being on it. It makes me question almost everyone I know on it as well unfortunately. Mostly because a lot of people seek attention and because most men have NO problem sending pics & videos to women to start contact. Because that is their game. Because they don’t have real life game. It’s just a part of the world now. Constant contact in many ways. Anyway… Snapchat can also be fun. Besides all those crazy filters that women seem to love, a lot. It is fun to see a “day in the life of” your friends or even some celebrities. I dig that for the most part. I do not dig car singing videos or boring car monologue confessionals up to like 300 seconds. I also get annoyed with people who snap their entire night out or the ones who intentionally try to keep someone out of their story to make you guess who they’re out with…like why? Is you 12? That drama inducing mentality is where I feel old on there as well. So what do I share in my story? Not so much a day in my life but more about snaps with a crazy joke or funny emoji as the caption over the pic. I share my awesome meals my cook makes. An occasional office selfie when I’m “thinking” or working hard. Some old school hip hop songs. And I wash my car a lot. Yep. That’s my Snapchat. And those are my thoughts about Snapchat.

Snapchat isn’t really T-blawg stuff for me either. It’s the rare social media feed for the guy under the hat. I don’t add a lot of people because I treat my personal social media well, more personal. And I don’t like social media drama inducers or social media posers so I limit the following on my personal stuff. I have to really trust you to let you into my world on the daily and I either really have to be interested in you or really care about you to want to follow you back in my personal world. I don’t know the long-term plan for Snapchat. I prefer Instagram for sharing pics. Facebook is dead. Twitter is dying. So I’ll see how Snapchat plays out for now I guess.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 302: Traditional Change

No lobsters were harmed during the making of this T-pisode. No, I lied. We boiled 36 of them and 35 of them were very delicious. We let one of them loose in the pool to scare the kids. THAT was fun.

No lobsters were harmed during the making of this T-pisode. No, I lied. We boiled 36 of them and 35 of them were very delicious. We let one of them loose in the pool to scare the kids. THAT was fun.

 

Growing up the way I did and living the life I have lived and continue to live its safe to say I have and will continue to go against the norm. Average and content are words not in my vocabulary. Mundane and monotony scare the hell out of me and I’m only routine and disciplined in rituals I see fit for my lifestyle and in no one else’s. But for all intents and purposes, I honestly believe I am a traditional guy when it comes to the things that mean the most in life. Traditional in the ways of friendship, family and even though they have been few and far between for me, relationships. And I most certainly have my traditions and like most things in my life, they are changing with me.

If you know me personally or even if you have read this site the last six plus years then you know that there are two days out of the year that mean a lot to me. Patriot’s Day AKA Marathon Monday and my birthday. It’s well documented that I have partaken in Patriot’s Day for years and partaking in my birthday for…well…my entire life. Now while Patriot’s Day should be all about Boston and the marathon and my birthday should technically be about me, I always make sure it’s about my closest friends and family. MY tradition for both is to celebrate them. Celebrate what they mean to me. What we mean to each other. Two days out of the year nothing else matters to me. Work, writing, the craziness of what I get done in the average day goes out the window and I just celebrate with them. Sure in the past I have been known to celebrate a little too much, but hey that’s what it’s all about right? Throughout the years people have come and gone but the core has remained intact for Patriot’s Day. My birthday? Well the tables, bottles, young wannabe models at the club mixing in with my closest people have long stopped. I outgrew that years ago. What I do now on my birthday is eat lobster, BBQ, drink the best alcohol, eat some old school East Boston icebox cake handmade by my sister, laugh, reminisce and celebrate with my family. My family by blood and by lifelong loyalty. While I have outgrown some of my own traditions, I’ll never outgrow the people I love the most. Just like how I start to get excited a few weeks before Patriot’s Day, I get even more excited for my birthday. Not because of any special gifts that I may get, but because of the special people I have in my life. People change. Friends come and go. But some things stay and remain the same. This is what I mean by traditional change.

These are MY two personal traditions. But I love the holidays, birthdays, and annual events that those same people call their own traditions and that I’m also a part of. Their traditions are also changing me. I catch myself wanting to have holidays in my own future home one day. I’m looking forward to throwing birthday parties for my future kids. I can’t wait to go to my future wife’s favorite restaurant every year for her birthday. Traditions yet to even start for me. This is also what I mean by traditional change. I’m changing. So aren’t my traditions. And I couldn’t be any happier.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 301: “T-blawg The Book” Part 2

You have NO idea how many damn book title options popped into my head the last two years! Still leaning towards “I’m AWESOME” or possibly “You Know Damn Well Nobody Wore Their Hat Like This Until T-blawg Came On The Scene In 2009 So Stop Playing And Google It If You Don’t Believe Me, Bro. I’ll Wait.”

You have NO idea how many damn book title options popped into my head the last two years! Still leaning towards “I’m AWESOME” or possibly “You Know Damn Well Nobody Wore Their Hat Like This Until T-blawg Came On The Scene In 2009 So Stop Playing And Google It If You Don’t Believe Me, Bro. I’ll Wait.”

 

The first time I let the world know that I was writing a book was WAY back in 2013. And by world I mean my friends and family. They knew first before I wrote about it here with this T-pisode. My inner circle reacted the way I thought they would react. By completely supporting me knowing that once I set a goal for myself I won’t stop until I complete it. The “outer circle” also reacted the way I thought they would. With “Why, T?” Because they don’t get me like my closest people do. And that’s ok. Totally understandable. That’s not their fault. It’s mine. Then I came here and let all of you know.

After that T-pisode was posted I started 2014 strong. With the same approach that I put every goal into action. With a game plan. So I spent a BIG chunk of 2014 reading 207 T-pisodes. Yep. I sure did yo. I went back and read my own stories. I read all about my life. The lessons, the successes, the mistakes, the pains, the wins, everything. I smiled a lot. I laughed a lot. I cringed at times. Even I couldn’t believe some of the things I did and survived in life…so far. There were even times a tear came to my eye. Some of it opened up old wounds. Did I over share here? Oh yeah I did. Would I change a thing? No. Never. All of that reassured me that T-blawg was the most original thing on the internet EVER. So after that, I pulled all 207 T-pisodes and placed them into buckets. By date and by category. I jumped around a lot in my life here those first four years. I tried to “re-piece” everything back together into chronological order. That I certainly did not enjoy. Then I built an outline and between everything else going on in my life it was the end of 2014. But I started a draft and then in 2015, I really got busy. But I couldn’t find my voice. Writing here I am definitely speaking my words but in written form. Writing scripts, I create characters and scenes influenced heavily at times by my life. But the book was something different. So after that draft failed, I started a new game plan. I decided to write out of chronological order by jumping around in my life within the first 200 T-pisodes written here. Then I scrapped THAT draft. There was no way in hell I was going to write a 200 chapter book. Then my day job got busy, life picked up for me in other ways and I decided to focus on all of that by going on my 6 month sabbatical from here while also writing the book. I did many more drafts finally deciding on a core of 45-50 T-pisodes by expanding each one into 3-5 page chapters. The result would be a 200 page T-blawg point of view book on my life. I found my voice. I found my book style. And then I came back to T-blawg. And here I am today. Writing. Writing. WRITING. And oh yeah, living my life still going like a beast 18 hours day! Thug life.

My plan is to not only finish the book in 2016 but to also publish it. Whether I find a publisher or self publish it myself, it will be finished and it shall be published! And hopefully sold. And then I will add one more medium to the T-blawg hall of fame and the title of author to my still growing list of accomplishments. The next update on “T-blawg The Book” here will hopefully be that it is finally written. And then I plan on taking T-blawg to another place and level. Television and film combined with T-blawg would be a dream come true for me. A dream? Or just another goal for me? And we all know about me and goals at this point, right? Stay tuned.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 300: Choices & Stories

Sitting on this Boston Common bench as an old man with the love of my life on a crisp Sunday afternoon in the fall laughing and looking back on our life together would be the greatest T-pisode in the making and would say to me that I really did live a life worth living after all.

Sitting on this Boston Common bench as an old man with the love of my life on a crisp Sunday afternoon in the fall laughing and looking back on our life together would be the greatest T-pisode in the making and would say to me that I really did live a life worth living after all.

 

When your life is all said and done do you want to look back at a life full of “what ifs” or a life of fulfillment? I’ve lived by the motto “Live life to the fullest and always have one hell of a story to tell” for the majority of my life. Take away all the self-imposed rules, philosophies and guiding principles I have created over the years on my journey from boy to man and I’ll always have just that. A full life and a story. Whether I always made the right choice or not, I always had the courage to make the choice. And with either result, right or wrong, both have always given me a story to tell. That’s me. That’s T.

My current situation has me at a point in life where I have never been this well off. On paper. On paper my life reads like the 2015 Boston Red Sox. People were picking them to win it all but look at what happened. They finished dead last. I am not the 2015 Boston Red Sox. In my life I need to do well on the field so my life reads well on paper after the fact. I’m not talking about my annual work performance review or my investment portfolio or my credit score. Those are all immaculate. I’m talking about here. I’m talking about my book. I’m talking about anything I write that is either about my life directly or indirectly. The way I live gives me my stories to write. This is the life I’ve built for myself. I listen to my boys. My cousins. I listen to single men. Married men. Fathers. Each of them has a story to tell. And that’s just it. Every man should live a life worth telling. Worth sharing. I just so happen to write about mine. Whether it’s a story about that time my father went to prison and the impact it had on me growing up in East Boston. Or how my mother raised me on her own. Or how I put myself through college. Or all the women that have left marks on my heart and my marks left on theirs. Or all the times I pitched scripts out in Hollywood. Or how I somehow became an unintentional world traveller. And also unintentionally taught the internet how to wear it’s hat low. I’ve had stories because of my life. Because of my choices. I’m older now. There’s no denying that. These days I often find myself more on the other side of giving younger guys advice more than telling them how I messed up somehow. Because of those choices. They are now better choices.

I choose, I get a story and I write. Everything in between is my life. And it’s a great life. I hope to share this great life with an even greater woman and add something to her life and make hers even greater. Then one day have some great kids. And maybe even some greater grandkids. But I’m not sure if that’s a choice. That’s love. That’s life taking a course I will have very little control over. But I do know I can write about all that one day if and when it does happen. Because those will be the stories then that I will want to write about. And there will be no “what ifs” in my life ever. That’s for sure.

 

Thank you for coming here the last 300 Mondays.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 299: The Callout

I used this pic because like you’re looking out from this cool Boston roof deck and like all these people are most likely social media stalking on their phones or something. Hey, it’s another cool pic I took. Just enjoy it!!!

I used this pic because like you’re looking out from this cool Boston roof deck and like all these people are most likely social media stalking on their phones or something. Hey, it’s another cool pic I took. Just enjoy it!!!

 

This T-pisode is a direct follow-up to last week’s T-pisode where I defined “The Counteroffer” and when, how and why it should be used in the dating game. While “The Counteroffer” seemed pretty clear-cut when writing it out, “The Callout” is a different beast altogether. It requires some tact and a lot of clarity. Especially in the dating world we all live in now where the bulk of our dating communication and information comes from texting and social media. “The Callout” walks a very fine line of social media stalking as well but if you have solid communication you will not need “The Callout.” Let me explain…

So, what is “The Callout” exactly? “The Callout” is when you’re dating someone who tends to keep from you the fact that they are dating or kind of dating or talking to other people and will not share that with you for whatever reason(s) they may have. So you have to make the executive “adult” decision to either “call them out” on it or not. Now like I said, if you have great communication with someone then you both should have made it clear once you are officially dating that you’re either exclusive with one another or you’re both cool with casually dating each other and other people simultaneously. It’s both your prerogative how you want to date. Just be on the same page. If you’re not and you have suspicions and would like to clear the air, then you must invoke your dating right to “The Callout.” For example, if you are dating a woman who tends to go ghost on you by not committing to your next date but still has an obvious strong interest in you, you are most likely going to follow her social media like a hawk. It’s just in our nature in 2016. It can be an unhealthy road but we all do it. While following her along you remember a guy from her Facebook or Instagram way back when and she kept the pic up. Odds are she still has some contact with the guy. And now she is Snapchatting away without showing herself or the guy or her friends and at the same time that guy is Instagramming pics from the same place she is at…red flags all over the field. Because it’s a safe bet she is out with that guy. It’s easy to piece together and you don’t have to be Batman to figure it out. Now you may be doing the same thing. Even if it’s unintentional it’s still not ok. The two of you either didn’t communicate enough or you are both lower in each other’s “dating priority” than you thought. Hey, it happens. We ALL give certain people more attention than others because we WANT it to work with them SO much but know it never will. So we give the rest less attention while actually only hurting ourselves. And now you are in a position where you need to bust out “The Callout” and allow it to finally start THAT conversation. Risking it all while knowing that conversation may even be a bit painful. So what? You’re both adults and you let it go this far. Time to talk, baby.

“The Callout” is a 50/50 split that will either finally bring two people to that next level that they both wanted or it will end the whole thing. Yep, that’s fact. And that is why I keep preaching that honesty, intent and communication are three of the most important things when it comes to dating. Games are for kids. Lies are for losers. And social media shouldn’t be a weapon that you are forced to use on someone you have feelings for. Dating has changed, yes. But you can still be a good person and do the right thing when it comes to dating. Trust me, I know and I do.

 

Next week…300. Like the Spartans. Wait, what?

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 298: The Counteroffer

Your dating intentions and overall communication should be clear. Like this close up of the water here. Then the big picture should fall into place. See what I did there?

Your dating intentions and overall communication should be clear. Like this close up of the water here. Then the big picture should fall into place. See what I did there?

 

I’m going to give a couple of dating rules/moves/guides some real names here. I try to take the things we all do when it comes to dating and give them names. I guess I like branding. I’m breaking this dating venture into two parts. Here with T-pisode 298 I’m going to define “The Counteroffer” then next Monday I’m going to define “The Callout” leading into the historic 300th T-blawg T-pisode on Monday, February 29, 2016. Leap Day. Boom.

What is “The Counteroffer” when it comes to dating? “The Counteroffer” is simply to dating what it is to business. It is a negotiation. A negotiation between two interested parties. For example, when you ask a woman out you should come with a set date and plan. It shows true interest, confidence and it shows that you know exactly what you want as a man. “I’d like to take you out Thursday night to this great sushi restaurant that I know. Should I pick you up at 8?” Straight to it. Now here’s where it can get tricky. If she’s into you and wants to see you, she will accept. If she’s not, regardless of her reason(s), she should tell you right then at that moment she is not interested at all. If she is interested but says “I can’t Thursday night.” she should give you “The Counteroffer.” Such as, “I can’t Thursday night, BUT how about Friday night?” There it is. Someone interested in you who truly can’t make it out the night of your first date offer WILL come back with a counteroffer. If she ends the conversation without another offer on the table, she is most likely not interested in you. HOWEVER, some women are shy. Are introverted. Some actually have other commitments. And some just don’t “know” how to date properly. Just like a lot of men. It’s ok. It happens. SO, you gotta nudge with your own counteroffer. If you just get “I can’t Thursday night.” then you must try ONCE with “No problem, I totally understand. I don’t have any plans Friday night, yet. How about Friday night?” If she comes back with another excuse AND without a counteroffer, then you move on from her. She isn’t interested at all but is too nice to tell you outright. The key to early dating is finding that area of interest but not too much interest. Eager but not too eager. But if you spend more time focused on those checks & balances than you are actually dating and seeing each other, then it just becomes work. And dating someone shouldn’t be work. There should be equal interest, solid communication and both of you should be able to talk and plan the next date. We all need to understand, use and respect “The Counteroffer.” And now you all know why.

I’ve been on both sides of “The Counteroffer” in the dating game. It still blows my mind how many grown adults don’t know about it. Especially adults who find the time to get their work done, get to the gym, run errands, spend time with family, see friends, eat, sleep, watch TV, etc. on a daily basis. We all have things to do. We have our lives to live. We all should respect that the people we are dating also have things to do. Some of us have more things to do actually but find a way to make dating plans. Remember, if you are interested then you have to use “The Counteroffer.” Now make the date and go have some damn fun. Tell ‘em T sent ya. And next week, you WILL all know about “The Callout.”

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 297: Super Bowl, Valentine’s Day & Snow

This is probably my best photo on Instagram to date. Yet some people won’t feature it on other Instagram pages because of their issues with T-blawg itself. And I’m totally cool with that. I’ll always do my own thing and T-blawg the site comes before all its social media support channels. And I love not being everybody’s cup of tea…pun intended.

This is probably my best photo on Instagram to date. Yet some people won’t feature it on other Instagram pages because of their issues with T-blawg itself. And I’m totally cool with that. I’ll always do my own thing and T-blawg the site comes before all its social media support channels. And I love not being everybody’s cup of tea…pun intended.

 

So I wanted to change things up for this T-pisode. I wanted to go all “topical” and cover a few “hot” things instead of my trademark one subject focus in three paragraphs. A lot of people find T-blawg this time of the year by googling Valentine’s Day, Boston weather, snow, New England Patriots, Super Bowl, “What to do when a guy is sick?” And a lot of people always ask for my take on current events so with this T-pisode going up the day after the Super Bowl, six days before Valentine’s Day and while Boston is covered in snow…here we go.

I’ll do the Super Bowl in one sentence. A long run on sentence. Any Super Bowl without the Patriots is boring as hell and cocky, absolutely collapsed under the spotlight Cam Newton helped hand a championship over to that nasty Denver defense who do deserve the win but broken down Peyton Manning did absolutely nothing and I can’t wait for his retirement announcement. Go Pats! Valentine’s Day? I made internet history with my five-part “Valentine’s Day Sucks” anthology during Valentine’s Day 2010-2014. I thought I had a nice bookend with some closure to it all with VDS5 but here I am, without any set Valentine’s Day plans. And I am not starting that all back up again with a part six! Could I get a Valentine’s date? Of course. Any single guy with my fantastic credentials could. But I only date the ones with long-term potential now and the ones worth my invaluable time. So unless I can make plans with a special lady, I’ll find other ways to entertain myself this weekend. The rest of you should treat your lady Sunday night just like you should treat her every other day of the year…special. I’ve always preached that because I believe in that with all my heart. But still make reservations to somewhere nice and remind her how special she is. Snow? I sometimes forget that T-blawg is seen all around the world so I take for granted that my take on winter weather in Boston is an open window to see Boston through my eyes. And after last winter, I did my best on here and on social media to show the world how brutal and beautiful Boston weather can be this time of the year. So Friday it snowed like crazy. Today, it also snowed like crazy. Has my opinion that Boston is still the most awesome city in the world even in the winter changed? No. It never will. I mean look at that pic up top. Boston is easy on the eyes even when it’s hard on everything else. So let it snow.

I’ve never gone “topical” here. Not like this anyway. I have opinions on everything and I can write for days so I think this was a good attempt at a non-T-pisode, T-pisode. Wait, what? The T-pisode is a Monday take on life through MY life experiences. The T-pisode is also becoming another name for a book chapter in MY book. Yes, the book is coming. And the T-pisode will one day be another name for a TV episode on MY TV show. Oh yes it will. We’re rapidly heading to T-pisode 300 people. I have plans for T-blawg and I’m open to trying new things out. Keep reading. I’m cooking up something fresh, baby.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 296: Life Audibles

Here is Tom Brady calling an audible. Sometimes life calls an audible for you and you just have to listen. Therefore, we’re all like Tom Brady sometimes. Even those of you that hate this amazing man. LOLzzz.

Here is Tom Brady calling an audible. Sometimes life calls an audible for you and you just have to go along with it. Therefore, we’re all like Tom Brady sometimes. Even those of you that hate this amazing man. LOLzzz.

 

Recent events in my life these past few weeks have me thinking about A LOT of things. My career. My writing endeavors. T-blawg. Friends. Family. Especially family. Women. The ones of the past and present. And change. A lot of things are changing for the better for me. Some things have stayed the same far too long for my liking. And other things are out of my control and just absolutely suck. This all goes beyond the karma kick I’ve been on and writing about recently. This is more about life and the way life can make decisions for you whether you like these decisions or not. I’m calling them “life audibles.”

You have a plan. You have a firm plan. You have a goal. You have several goals. You have some talent. You have a great work ethic. You have a ton of ambition combined with the book & street smarts needed to be successful in life mixed in with a lot of common sense. You can read people like a book. You are a great judge of character. You are respected. You give respect. You are humble because of your past. You are aware of your life in every way possible now while enjoying every gifted moment of the present. And hungry as hell for a better future. Your circle is tight. Who and what you need is in your life. Then all of a sudden life throws you a curveball and makes a change, a decision that wasn’t a part of your plan. When you are someone who prides himself on being controlling in every aspect of his life…not a controlling other people type of controlling…but controlling like in steering the ship in the right direction while avoiding inclement weather and choppy waters way. It’s difficult to watch this happen. This unplanned change. This decision that wasn’t yours to make. Whether or not you want someone you love to be healthy, life can change that. Whether or not you want to be in a relationship with someone, life can change that. Whether or not you still want to be close with someone, life can change that. Whether or not you want to complete that tangible goal by a certain age, life can change that. Whether or not you want….you get what I’m saying. These are life audibles. You see it going one way and life makes the call to make it go another way. The coaches in the booth up in the sky are changing the play in your helmet for you and you have no say. You just have to go along with it and hope it moves the ball down the field. Hope for a touchdown. Or at least settle for the first down. A lot of life audibles will be called in your life and you just have to deal with them as a part of life. I just learned this.

You throw in everything I’ve been dealing with lately, both good and bad, combined with the recent Patriots loss and yes, you have this T-pisode. It’s what I do people. Life lessons through experience mixed in with dating and sports. I hope I’m getting out of this heavy life audible calling stage and back into calling my own plays and audibles on the field of life soon. Because we should all want to be superstar quarterbacks with the ability, talent, respect and balls to call our own audibles. I’m the type of person to succeed or fail by making my own calls. Just like Tom Brady. I wouldn’t want to live life any other way. But that’s just me.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 295: Soapbox Stupidity

Seriously though. How do some people not realize this? And yet, they keep trying.

Seriously though. How do some people not realize this? And yet, they keep trying.

 

If I haven’t declared my complete support of “freedom of speech” here on T-blawg by now then I haven’t done my job very well the last six years. Speaking my mind through words whether they come from my mouth or my fingertips is something I pride myself on. This site and the social media channels supporting this site have become my soapbox. I am very aware of this. I also know that social media has given everyone and their mother, pun intended, the opportunity to voice their opinion for better or for worse. And lately it has been the latter.

We are in an election year and this of course brings EVERYONE and their opinions out of the woodwork, on to their soapbox, whether it is Facebook or Twitter or Instagram and into the faces of everyone that they know or don’t know. People you work with. People from your old neighborhood. People from college. Close friends. Old friends. Family members. Complete total strangers. They all have something to say. Some make sense to you in your mind. Some sound like you. Some share your views. Others…not so much. They are ignorant. Possibly even racist. Clearly uneducated. Borderline insane even? But they ABSOLUTELY have the right to their opinion and they have every right to voice it. But on their own Facebook page. Not mine. In their own Twitter feed. Not in my feed. On their own Instagram. Not on mine. You see, I don’t have time for nonsense. For ignorance. Nor do I tolerate blatant stupidity. Especially from someone who is clearly looking to argue instead of trying to inform me. There’s a difference, yo. You’re not coming over to “T Land” and planting your flag. Oh no. Not today, Satan. Not any day for that matter. I’m Italian. I’m a fighter. But arguing with someone on social media is one of the most pointless and useless ways to waste your time and energy. I have learned this with the rise of social media over the last 8 or 9 years. And besides, when has anyone changed your mind through a social media argument? When has someone changed your point of view on anything due to their tweets? When has someone else’s meme or infographic, whether it is “right” or not, changed your vote? NEVER. So preach your opinion in your own land. Not in mine. And don’t forget people, social media also gives us the power to turn off the rants of lunatics. It also gives us the ability to unfriend and unfollow anyone and everyone. It gives us outs that we don’t have in real life off of social media. So use them. I certainly do.

One plus to all the insanity happening on social media now is that we all get an opportunity to see how our friends, family and social media acquaintances truly feel. Their masks are off. A lot of them have exposed themselves. Some really aren’t good people. For me this has helped vet through a plethora of people I have in my life both in the physical and digital forms. And now I have a different type of information to make educated decisions on whether I want to continue communications or relationships with them. Some make me want to catch up with them. Others have put the proverbial nail in the coffin and buried the relationship. Social media…it’s changing us all. For better or worse.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 294: Filler People

This is like my only Instagram pic that has people in it! No, really. So I thought it would capture the title of this T-pisode. Kind of. I mean I’m pretty sure some of these people on Newbury St. have been filler people in their lives. We all have.

This is like my only Instagram pic that has people in it! No, really. So I thought it would capture the title of this T-pisode. Kind of. I mean I’m pretty sure some of these people on Newbury St. have been filler people in their lives. We all have.

 

I have written a lot of original words, shared personal philosophies, captured my daily sayings, established both my insanely disciplined and unorthodox rules and coined several of my own phrases here and pushed them all out into the world during my time here on T-blawg. Today I’m adding one more to the T-blawg vernacular. And that is “filler people.” And yes, filler people ties into the world of dating, sex and relationships. Three all-time popular topics here on T-blawg for sure. What are filler people? They are simply the people you date or hook up with or get into relationships with that just fill a spot in your life that you needed at that time. But they are not the “real” thing. Oh no.

There are so many people in this crazy, beautiful world. Sometimes we come across some good ones who just find their way into our lives and find this “spot” in your life. A spot in your head. A spot in your heart. A spot in your bed. A spot into your dating routine. A spot into your daily routine. And they just stay there. Because you need that. You need them. Sometimes it’s glaringly obvious that they are only filling a “temporary” spot and sometimes it is not so obvious until they either no longer want to fill that spot; you no longer need that spot filled; or someone else comes along and fills more spots than they did. Get it? They are filling a need. A want. Physical needs. Emotional needs. The attention given by them is something that is convenient to your life in between the next “big thing.” But all of it is just temporary attention. There isn’t any substance to build on. It’s a fix. In my time I have DEFINITELY been a filler person to a lady or two or three. And some were filler people to me. The fillers in recent memory… I liked giving her attention because of her eyes and her love for the Patriots and fitness. I liked when the other one got drunk and came over for the night. I liked dating the other one and seeing her when we could fit into each others’ schedules. The texts everyday and night made me smile. I made her smile. The sex from the other was great. The drunken cuddles and pillow talks with the other one felt good in their own right too. Each filled a spot for me. Or two. Or three. And I filled some for them. You’re not really dating a filler person. You’re not just hooking up with filler people. Sex isn’t a spot. That’s a need. Don’t get it twisted. And you’re certainly not in an actual relationship with a filler person. No. You’re an adult so “just talking” no longer puts points up on the scoreboard. Counting the people you had sex with just for the “numbers” stopped years ago. Now it’s all about the in between, that comes and goes until you find someone you really have a connection with. That you really want to date. That you end up in a real relationship with. Where you both develop real feelings for each other. Everything else is just…well…filler.

At my age I have no problem with filler people. I recognize that’s what they are whether I speak on it or not. Dating and being single as long as I have has given me an UNCANNY ability to read someone. To read their faces, their body language and their intentions. To know what they are really saying even when their spoken words are saying the opposite. And to read between the lines. The between the lines is sometimes where that spot resides. Where they like to stay until it’s time to move on. Filler people, you know them. You have been one. Now they just have a name and a definition. Now find the spots you have filled and need filled and move on to someone else. Once again, thank me later.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 293: The 7 Karma Gods of Man

The start of my 2016 has inspired this T-pisode. Karma at it’s finest.

The start of my 2016 has inspired this T-pisode. Karma at it’s finest.

 

 

I believe in karma. I have written about it for years. Do good, you’ll get good. Do wrong and it’ll come back around to get you. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But one day, in one shape or form, it’ll come get you. And in my time I have come across karma many times. So much so that I started to believe in the karma gods. And according to my “Good Will Hunting” genius level math, there are 7 of them every man will experience in his life. On several occasions.

 

The Dating Karma God
I’ll start with her. SHE is powerful. She is generous. She is vindictive. Whether you are casually dating someone, in a relationship with someone or just hooking up with someone, treat that person well. From the start until the very end. Be honest. Be kind. When it ends, end it with class. Always communicate and always be giving. Because if you are not, you will pay for it in one of your relationships down the road. She will break your heart. But she can also make you feel like you have one too. If you treat each relationship right.

The Money Karma God
Respect HIM and respect money. This god will giveth and he will taketh away from you. Work for your money. EARN it. Do not play with it. Do not gamble it. Be generous with it. Spoil everyone you love with it. And the money karma god will make sure that you know money isn’t everything but it’s sure great to have. Hopefully as a man HE will let you know what it’s like to be both broke and then rich in your lifetime. Karma at it’s best right there.

The Sports Karma God
Possibly the most fickle and cyclical karma god known to man. Oh yes HE is. Cheer your teams. Cheer your sports heroes. Be loyal to them when they are up and even more so when they are down. You have every earned right to cheer them and to boo them as long as you stay true to them. But if you are a sore loser or even worse, a sore winner, HE will smite you and your team. Your team(s) may lose the big one by one play. They may lose for decades. Your hero may fall to scandal or injury. And whatever you do, never talk trash if an enemy’s team loses by the hand of a team that is not YOUR team. This angers the sports karma god and you NEVER want to anger him.

The Karma God of the Friend
Just like you are loyal to your teams, a team full of strangers to you to be exact, be even more loyal to your friends. Do not be a friend when it is only convenient for you. When it is only on your terms. When it is only on your schedule. Celebrate your friends’ successes. Pick them up when they have fallen. And the karma god of the friend will bless you with friendships of a lifetime. The length of the friendship is not important. The friend is. Never forget that and always treat your friends right. This karma god is one of the most important of the karma gods.

The Karma God of Family
The only karma god more important to a man than the karma god of the friend is the karma god of family. Always treat your family better than you treat yourself. Do wrong to a family member and that karma will never stop coming back to collect. I have seen this first hand time and time again. And it has always made me do right by family even to the ones who have done me wrong. Sometimes though you have to pay for the bad karma caused by other family members. This is the only karma god to never smite me directly because I learned to respect HIM at a very young age. Indirectly, he has gotten to me. So spread the word to your family fellas and teach them to do right to each other.

The Career Karma God
I have always taken my career seriously but earlier on in my career I allowed myself to make some foolish decisions and unfortunate mistakes that came back around to cost me jobs. Cost me money. Cost me peace of mind. When I worked harder than anyone else in the room, I elevated my career. I achieved success, recognition, money and unmatched experience. Every man needs to have a high level of respect and understanding of the career karma god. No positive meme or motivational quote will help you if you don’t. That I promise you. Take your career seriously. Work harder than you could ever imagine. Then thank the career karma god for all of his blessings. Blessings earned my friends.

The Health Karma God
Treat your mind, body and soul like one amazing and personal temple. Because if you don’t the health karma god will turn on you. Oh yes SHE will. The hangovers and lack of sleep that were not even on your radar in your 20s will be very painful in your 30s if you do not respect the aging process. And the aging process is directly tied to your health because of her! Eat clean. Sleep. Work out. Run. Drink water. All the water! Do not anger the health karma god. SHE will KILL you.

 

There they are. The 7 karma gods of man. Documented. Finally.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 292: Year VII

Let’s use this fancy schmancy rain photo I captured in Fenway as a symbol of me washing away all my past sins committed on and because of all things T-blawg the last six years, shall we? Yeah? Ok.

Let’s use this fancy schmancy rain photo I captured in Fenway as a symbol of me washing away all my past sins committed on and because of all things T-blawg the last six years, shall we? Yeah? Ok.

 

2016 is the official start of “Year VII” for T-blawg. Yes, the site snuck in with about a month remaining in 2009 and now this is the first official T-pisode of 2016. So, it is “Year VII” officially official. And I did go with the Roman numeral due to my love of all “Rocky” and “Star Wars” movies, which are back and going strong as of late. As I prepared to close out T-blawg “Year VI” between my last two T-pisodes of “Festivus” and my “Transition Year” I had to look at all things tied to this site from the site itself to the break I took earlier in the year to the book to the social media pages and had to think about a few things. There wasn’t going to be an “Addressing The T-blawg Nation” T-pisode this time. Oh no. Not this year.

This year I’ve decided to take T-blawg into a new direction. As the site caught up to my life I started to leave the craziness of my past behind. I finished my “Bro Code” chapters and introduced “Grown Man Shit” into the world. Which I still laugh when I see dudes using both but clearly don’t understand either one. Oh you young fools. LOLz. It’s ok though. Keep using my hashtags. Keep tucking your hats low too fellas! Anyway… I noticed that I was giving more advice than just writing and talking to myself here. And honestly? I want to do more of that. This is still T-blawg but I’m going to write in a different voice. More of giving my take and advice on life and topics instead of just telling my stories in a one-dimensional voice with a lesson learned in the last paragraph. With that said, I also want to tell more “Grown Man Shit” stories without having to say “Grown Man Shit” anymore. Yep. I’m giving up the profanity. I swear too much on here and in real life. I want to change that. Also, there will be no more #wouldwife posts. Hell, I’m still proud of creating that but I no longer have a need to give that label to “hot” semi and full celebrity women. I don’t want to “wife” them. I’ve met too many amazing women the last six years and they have given me reasons to make this change. I’m also not going to post randomness on non-Monday days like short posts or YouTube videos. These changes have come the last 6 months if you go back and look. I’m going to post on Mondays only and the hat will stay low. Monday T-pisodes and the T-blawg Pose have always been this site’s core. That won’t change. Twitter will no longer be used for venting. It will be more tweets related to everyday life and opinions of mine. The Facebook page has become mostly links to here and pics from my Instagram so that’ll stay the course. And Instagram will continue to be “Jon Blaze” pics that I skillfully capture!!! The book? It’s coming. By year-end, baby.

So this is the start of something different. T-blawg is still my favorite thing to do while keeping the secret life under the hat thing going. I’m still T but I’m just older and wiser and I do think differently now but I will always reflect on my past as a writer. I’m extremely excited about 2016 for my life both on and off here. This is the place where my worlds collide and I love that I have that in my life. Not a lot of people can say that. Or do what I’ve created for myself and for all of you. So let me swear one last time on here… Son of a bitch bastard fucking fuck!!! And here we go baby….A change is coming. That’s what she said, one last time.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

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T-pisode 291: 2015…The Transition Year

This was a banner and things continued to look up for me. This pic was also another one taken by me that blew up on social media and was featured on Boston.com. I have no problem with adding “Instagram iPhone Photographer” to my skillset. You’re never too old to learn, grow or develop. Never.

This was a banner year and things continued to look up for me. This pic was also another one taken by me that blew up on social media and was featured on Boston.com. I have no problem with adding “Instagram iPhone Photographer” to my skill set. You’re never too old to learn, grow or develop. Never.

 

I started this year like every other year. With a game plan. But between the snow, the Patriots epic Super Bowl run, the Deflategate scandal, late night texts and Uber drop offs & pick ups and several organization changes within my company AKA my daytime career…I was distracted. I wanted to finish the book, but I didn’t. I wanted to get away from all the filler women (that T-pisode is coming) who even though a few of them were sweet, they were a distraction. And I didn’t get away from them. I wanted to continue my new fitness routine of prepped meals, mud races and dirty boxing. But I didn’t. I tried making plans with friends and family I hadn’t seen in a while but I didn’t see them. Next thing I knew it was Summer and I was heading to Greece. Then the transition happened.

Before I left for Greece I was given an opportunity at the office to make several changes. And I did. I took the ball and ran with it. My day time career became priority number 1. The book, T-blawg, writing, fitness, women, friends and family fell second to that. The last half of the year I built the foundation for a lot of long and short-term goals I plan to see pay outs with starting in 2016. I secured a new spot on the office roster. With that done I started writing again. I started working on the book again. T-blawg was up and running again. But different. Better. All of the filler women faded away. Good luck in life ladies. My relationships with the important people in my life became stronger. Thank God for them. I was back on a fitness routine kicking my own ass again. I was becoming stronger. Basically 2015 was split into two halves for me. The first half was thrown at me and I adapted and made some big moves. Big changes. The second half of the year allowed me to get ready for one hell of a fucking ROI (return on investment) for my future. And now it’s time to get back to a balanced life. I often wonder how some people don’t recognize an opportunity when they see one. Or how some run from challenges. Or even waste time on negative people and negative relationships. This year once again, I could’ve acted like everyone else. I could’ve been defeated. I didn’t have to adapt. I could’ve remained distracted. But I said “Fuck this.” And I made 2015 into my transition year. Change will come and go. People will come and go. Opportunities will come and go. Money will come and go. But I will always be constant. Consistent. And I will always be me. I will always continue to learn and grow as a man but I will always adapt and find ways to control my future. This was my 2015. This was my transition year.

Do I have a game plan for 2016? You bet your sweet ass I do. Specific goals are listed but the overarching theme is still the same as always… To be a better man today than I was yesterday. To never compete with anyone but myself. And to live, laugh, learn and love. If 2015 was my transition year then 2016 is going to be my “cashing in” year. The hard work, sacrifice and due diligence placed into the foundation of 2015 WILL result in my best year yet, 2016. With that said, this is the last T-pisode of 2015. Stay tuned for one hell of a fucking 2016 people. Happy New Year my friends.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 290: Festivus 7

Proud to say I’ve never been to a stupid ugly sweater party. I just don’t get them. But if I ever did go, I’d rock the shit out of this sweater.

Proud to say I’ve never been to a stupid ugly sweater party. I love a good party but I just don’t get THESE parties. Fuck yo stupid sweater party! But if I ever did go, I’d rock the shit out of this sweater.

 

Festivus. My favorite holiday of them all! It was created by the father of a writer on “Seinfeld” and made popular on the show years ago and I along with hundreds of other people (“Seinfeld” fans, Wikipedia users) have been celebrating it ever since. It happens on December 23. Two days before Christmas. Its tagline is “Festivus for the rest of us.” Its purpose is to have a holiday for the people who refuse to get caught up in the insanity of the other holidays during this time of the year. And its traditions are unmatched.

What are the traditions of Festivus? Well there is the “Festivus Pole” instead of a tree. A plain pole without any decoration. There are the “Feats of Strength” where the party isn’t over until the head of the household is pinned to the ground. There are “Festivus Miracles.” Like every Patriots hater waking up Festivus morning with their mouths permanently stitched shut! And then there is my favorite tradition of them all. The “Airing of Grievances!” This is the part where you get to tell everybody how they have disappointed you over the past year.

Here are my “Airing of Grievances” from 2009-2014:

Festivus 6. Festivus 5. Festivus 4Festivus 3. Festivus 2. Festivus 1.

 

Now it’s time for this year’s grievances. 2015 was a pretty great year for me but true to vintage T form, I managed to find some things to vent about. I present Festivus 7!!! AKA “F7” like the now shitty “Fast & Furious” movies.

 

Fuckface Cancer
I’m starting this year’s grievances just like last year’s. Because this fucking disease came back. But she’ll beat you again. Fuck you again cancer.

Patriots Haters
Oh my goodness. You sons of bitches are the worst. Shut the fuck up already. Focus on your own team and why they suck. Not on my team and why they’re awesome. Because they are. Still. LOLz.

Hot-Cold-Hot-Cold-Hot-Cold…Women
Yeah. I’m all set with you. Consistent women are in now. Women who communicate are in now. Women who don’t play games are in now. Grown women are in now. That hot-cold shit is played out. Peace.

Netflix & Chill
Bro, if this is part of your game then I hate to tell you…you have no game.

Speaking of loser type dudes…
Fellas, if you’re a dad then be a fucking dad. Whether you’re married, divorced or a single father. Be a fucking dad. Be there for your kids. Write the fucking check to support them. Take an interest in their lives. Do something for your kids. And while you’re at it, don’t disrespect your kids’ mom. EVER. Stop being a piece of shit.

SnapChat
Alright I joined. And yes, it is mostly naked shit going on or really boring fucking stories where people think their daily lives are like SUPER interesting. But they’re really like SUPER boring. And I’m convinced every chick I ever dated ABSOLUTELY did some shady shit with other guys on there. No doubt about it. Shadiest fucking social media app in history. At least everyone knows they’re on Tinder to hook up.

Not “Liking” Instagram People
The FUCK is your problem yo??? You know we can see when you “like” other people’s shit on there right? Then why follow someone and never like their shit but only like the shit of others??? It’s weird as fuck! You people are creepy. Just stop following if you’re not going to like anything. That’s the whole point of the fucking site. You post a pic. You like a pic. Then you go about yo day! SHIT.

Speaking of Instagram…
I’m grown. I’ve done been around plenty of women. So I’ve been around plenty of women asses. I know a healthy ass from a genetically blessed ass from a “fat” ass from a really fat ass. Seriously. Boys sweat “fake” asses. Men appreciate “real” asses. Whether you have a nice natural ass or one from all the hard work and squats you do in the gym, WE can tell. The asses with implants and injections have to stop ladies. They look terrible. And it’s unnatural. Stop it. Please. For the love of Baby Jesus. Yo fake ass is whack.

The shitty 2015 Red Sox
Back to back shitty seasons. The fuck? But here’s a prediction right here on T-blawg… The 2016 Boston Red Sox WILL win the World Series and David Ortiz will sail off into the sunset with his 4th championship and the title of “Greatest Designated Hitter” in major league baseball history. Watch.

All of a Sudden They All Political & Shit Jerks
Yes we’re coming up on an election year but this past year I had to endure a shit ton of fucking idiots and their uneducated and ignorant views on politics. Holy shit. My Facebook feed is seriously down to like 5 people. For reals.

Sons of Anarchy Finale
I know the show ended in December 2014 but I was on my world-famous “T-blawg Hiatus” and didn’t get to give my opinion. So here’s my opinion. It sucked. A lot. Jax as a motorcycle riding Jesus committing suicide? Dumbest fucking show ending ever. I’m still pissed!

Second Kidney Stone
FUCK YOU and your mother.

Clueless Women
Ladies, if a guy is nice to you, goes out of his way to see you, remembers little things about you, tries to make you smile, gets you little sweet gifts, he’s into you. It’s a slow roll because you are tough to read. That poker face is attractive but loses its appeal eventually. Sometimes you have to make a move too or give a sign back or you can just continue to live alone with your cat and bitterness. LOLzzzz.

ISIS
Because of you my sister made me postpone my trip with my niece to London and Paris. And rightfully so. We’re in a scary place across this entire planet right now. And using hate and religion to kill people makes you the lowest scum possible.

2016 Plan Based on 2015 “No-Sees”
If I tried to hang out with you in 2015 and you didn’t make it happen just know this, I’m not making plans with you ever again. I tried. A lot. But I’m not coming to see you anymore. I’m busy as fuck and making crazy big moves. You want to see me? You now have to come see me. 2015 I recognized the fat. 2016? The fat will be trimmed. Still love ya, but I got shit to do yo.

Spike Lee & Dane Cook
You two dopes still have me blocked??? LOLzzzzz. Fucking awesome.

The T-blawg Book
It’s coming. That’s what she said.

Asshole Hail
I get a brand new car. I’m on a fantastic trip in Greece. What happens? A fucking hail storm puts 106 dents into my brand new car. That was SO not cool. Got the problem taken care of like it never happened but what the fuck was that all about??? I thought I had a clean slate with all past evil deeds, karma? Cut the shit. We’re even now!

Group Text Starters
Here’s how this shit should work… Only start a group text with people who know each other. Who are very close with each other. Not because you want to go out Saturday night and decide to fucking start a group chat with every contact in your fucking phone! People who do this…WHO hurt you??? You are insane. I don’t want to chat with people I’ve never met. The fuck are you DOING to me, bro?! Enough.

Posers
The amount of dudes portraying a fake life on social media is getting out of control and is a fucking insult to the men who actually have those toys, actually make six-seven figures, actually been to all those countries, actually do spoil their girls, friends and family. Pull back youngin’. Pull back.

Pink Hatters
I’ve seen a resurgence in the Pink Hat force recently. It was when the Pats “perfect” season came to an end recently. You’re a fake fan. You’ve never been to a game in your life. You’ve never watched a full game in your life. Sharing a Patriots meme doesn’t make you a Patriots fan. Please, shut the fuck up. And don’t celebrate with us real fans when they win the Super Bowl again this year. You didn’t earn it. We did.

Game of Thrones and Walking Dead Mind Fucks
Either kill the character or don’t! I don’t give a fuck! Just let me know one way or another!!! Guessing and stressing is not cool! Assholes.

Hoverboards
I got mine before they blew up. Pun intended.

Always…Be…A…Gentleman
This is an old saying of mine both in life and on T-blawg. Sure it would be easy for me to lose my shit whether it’s a stressful moment at the office or with a woman I have feelings for busting my balls or even with some dude whose ass I know I can easily beat down. But this year I have been tested. A lot. And I’ve kept cool. So this isn’t really a grievance. This is a “you’re welcome” to all the people I didn’t go off on. Some of you deserved it. But I was the bigger person. So like I said… You’re welcome.

 

And there you have it. My annual airing of grievances. I was pissed. I let you know I was pissed. Some of you may now be pissed. So I think you should go air your own grievances because I feel much better. Thanks for asking. Happy Festivus!

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 289: More Nice Than Naughty

I haven’t used the “Most Interesting Man In The World” meme in a while and thought this would be a NICE opportunity to use it again. See what I did there? Nice? Get it??? Forget it. This is why being naughty is more fun.

I haven’t used the “Most Interesting Man In The World” meme in a while and thought this would be a NICE opportunity to use it again. See what I did there? Nice? Get it??? Forget it. This is why being naughty is more fun.

 

With age and maturity I’ve noticed that the “want” to be nice has just naturally become a state of being for me. I’m not talking about manners, being polite, being kind or being a gentleman. I think I’ve worked on all that the past 5-10 years and have that all down pat for the most part. I’m also not talking about losing my bad boy tendencies. My past is still my past and all the crazy shit I did can’t be erased. The scars and tattoos could probably be removed but I don’t want to. I kind of like them. My wise ass wit and sarcastic remarks will never disappear either. But it is the holidays and I’m leaning to the left where nice resides because naughty has been so “right” for me for so long.

I had plenty of opportunities to be naughty this year but instead I took the higher and nicer road. Where I avoided situations with unappreciative people. Friends where neither of us fit in each other worlds anymore apparently. Family where blood is no longer thicker than water when it comes to some relatives. Career decisions and stressful times where I could’ve lost my cool but stayed the professional level-headed course to find more success. And of course women. The unappreciative and those who had my attention for a short time and I didn’t receive the “nice” back from them. I didn’t waste a single second longer on them nor did I get mad and take on a naughty demeanor towards them. Instead I moved on to the ones that appreciated me back. That told me she appreciates me. That fat man in the red suit better hook me up this Christmas because for the first time in my life T has taken his ass off the naughty list. Being nice definitely has its perks too. I’ve noticed that being nice to the good ones has allowed them to be nice back to me. And all this friggin’ niceness feels pretty fucking good too! Naughtiness brings negativity. Bad vibes. Bad juju. Stress. Niceness brings growth. Positivity. Happiness. Big ass smiles on my face and the faces of those in my life. Basic shit like avoiding pain in the ass people who start nonsense in life whether in person, by phone, by text or social media have all been placed on my own personal naughty list and I burned that damn list with all their names. I took all that naughtiness out of my life. Replacing it all with niceness made my food taste better. My workouts more fun. My writing a thousand times better. The air is fucking crisper! I hear birds singing yo!!! Wait, where was I? Ah yes, I’m nice. Not like telling a friend “I’m niiccceeeee” when you’re drunk nice but nice as in actually being nice. It’s the holidays. Fuck naughty son, I’m over here being nice.

But don’t get it twisted. Some people take niceness for a weakness and I’m far from weak. Most nice guys finish last and this guy is winning this marathon called life. I’m still me. I’m still T. I can read people and situations better than most so just know that I know. What do I know? When a naughty person is just pretending to be nice. Especially at this point in my life. But I’ll be nice to you if you’re nice to me. With that all said… This was the nice T-pisode and next week I go old school T-blawg style with the longest running T-blawg tradition and “Festivus 7.” Yep. It’s time to air my 2015 grievances for the 7th straight year. Get ready. Happy holidays everyone. And be nice…with a little naughty thrown in.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 288: To Meme or Not To Meme

If it’s funny & offensive post it. I’ll like and share that shit. If it’s corny as shit or if you’re in a stupid “meme battle” then take a minute to think before posting it for fuck’s sake!!! But that’s none of my business…

If it’s funny & offensive post it. I’ll like and share that shit. If it’s corny as shit or if you’re in a stupid “meme battle” then take a minute to think before posting it for fuck’s sake!!! But that’s none of my business…

 

I like a good meme. I can’t say it enough. Not sure if it comes from my background in graphic design. My love for movies. My appreciation of pop culture. My crazy ass sense of humor. Or because of the ability to share it super fast with a bunch of friends with just the tap of my thumb on my phone. Could be all of it. But whatever it is, like I said, I love a good meme. There are different memes out there for sure. I tend to lean towards the funny ones but with social media and texting there are a lot of people out there who like certain memes. Let me share my take on this yo.

The funny and offensive memes are what help me get through the day honestly. It’s a short little break from all the craziness that I need to deal with on any given day so I appreciate a quick little “laugh & share” followed by messages back from friends that either show their appreciation of the same meme or the occasional “What the hell is wrong with you, T?” Either way, I LOLzzzz. The memes I don’t like are the so-called motivational memes from people on the internet who are CLEARLY not motivated. Clearly DO NOT hustle like they try to claim. Clearly do not work hard. Clearly do not own nice cars and/or nice homes that they keep posting pics and memes of. Clearly never been anywhere that requires a passport. But yet these sons of bitches try to use these motivating quotes and silly graphics to act like they are the shit without putting any of the work in. Stop it. I’m embarrassed for you. You ain’t ‘bout that life, son. You’re just trying to falsely portray it on your shit, clown. What I also don’t like is when grown ass adults go through a relationship break up and decide to throw subliminal memes at the other person. The fuck is this?! Just either unfriend or unfollow or block the other person you dope because in the middle of this meme battle are all your friends…family…followers watching you both air all your shit without actually airing all your shit. It’s stupid. And annoying as fuck. You look like children crying in the middle of a fucking toy store because your mommy wouldn’t get you the toy you wanted. Meme battles….LOLzzzzzz. Cut the shit! I also can’t stand it when people take quotes from other people or writers and throw those words up over one of their own personal pics acting like they wrote it. Really? You wrote that?? No you didn’t!!! Stop trying to take credit for words all of us have already seen in other memes! Or from movies or books or TV shows or songs. “WE seen’t it!” That last sentence is from a meme. See? I gave credit. Like yo ass should be doing.

Memes are for entertainment purposes. They’re not supposed to guide your life either. They’re not religion. They’re not law. They’re not carved in stone anywhere. It’s cool if you find something that strikes a chord with you and you can relate and want to share with others, but don’t think that is the way it’s supposed to be. Some people post and share memes as if those are the only words they have access to. Like they don’t read books or poetry or articles or news stories. Find real words, real sources, real writers, real quotes and use and share that for a change. Try letting that inspire you. Not some silly words thrown on a graphic that you saw on Instagram. Take a step back. A meme is just a meme. Nothing more. To quote Mahky Mahk in the ‘Depahted’ kid… “What’s the matter, smaht ass? You don’t know any fuckin’ Shakespeare?” I’ve also seen that in a meme by the way.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 287: 6 Years of T-blawg

There is only one Jordan. There is only one T. Didn’t invent the game, just the best to ever do it.

There is only one Jordan. There is only one T. Didn’t invent the game, just the best to ever do it.

 

Six years ago today I created T-blawg. I started the site at a low point in my life and I just wanted a way to tell my stories, share my experiences, capture my thoughts, my mistakes, my successes while making people laugh, think and feel through my original and honest style of writing. I stopped the site exactly one year ago as well and for 6 months I lived a life without all things T-blawg except for the book. Yes, I’m still writing the book. Then I started this all back up again 6 months later. And here we are. T-blawg is approaching 300 T-pisodes. T-blawg is entering its 7th year in this world. So I did some reflecting…

There was a lot of fun had by me the first few years of this site. This site brought a lot of people into my life and that was never the plan. But I went along with it just to see why the hell so many strangers were interested in a guy who wore his hat low. There were also a lot of bumps in the road while I pissed off some people trying to find my voice here and as I matured off of the site. Off this site in the last 6 years I managed to come up in corporate America. I visited Europe 5 times. I’ve pitched scripts in Hollywood and almost had a deal on more than one occasion. I watched friends get married and divorced. I’ve had little nieces and nephews welcomed into the world. Several women came, oh yes they did. And several women went. Broke some hearts. Had my heart broken. Had my body broken. My mother battled cancer on 3 different occasions. Lost touch with a lot of people who were once very important to me. Lost count of all the people who I grew up with who passed away at such a young age. T-blawg existed before Instagram, before Snapchat, before Vine, before Tinder, before hashtags, before sliding into DMs, before Netflix & Chill. I got to see an old school “blog” turn into a new age entertainment website. I also got to see my Boston teams win a few more championships. I hurt along with the rest of my city back on Marathon Monday 2013. I’ve reached a lot of highs after starting this at such a low and I’m only going higher up the life mountain baby. To say that I grew up a lot through this site, with this site, because of this site, would be a huge understatement. T-blawg became my online persona. My secret identity. My real identity. My therapy. My piece of mind. My peace of mind. My purgatory. My freedom. To be able to go back and read everything that makes me who I am now, what I was then, to be able to read everything about my life that I was brave enough to share with the entire world, even under the hat, is a very personal experience and I’m the only one to ever do it. There isn’t any person or persons or site in this world that tells one man’s life story in weekly posts like this. There isn’t. T-blawg is one of a kind just like me. Whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing, only time will tell. One day when I’m all said and done with this, I hope I can look back and say it was a good thing.

So what happens when you write about your life every Monday from December 2009 to December 2015? A lot of fucking living, man. I chose to do this and I don’t regret a fucking thing. I’m proud of T-blawg. I’m proud of every word I have written here the last 6 years. And those words have to be close to a few hundred thousand at this point and each of them have been read by millions of people around this amazing world. T-blawg is entering year 7 and 2016. And I can’t wait to see what I write about next.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 286: Kidney Stoned II: The F*cking Sequel

It takes a lot of drugs to pass a kidney stone the first time. Double that to pass one the second time. Shit is not fun!

It takes a lot of drugs to pass a kidney stone the first time. Double that to pass one the second time. Shit is not fun!

 

T-blawg is coming up on its sixth year anniversary so naturally I’ve had the bug to start doing sequels to some of my T-pisodes. One sequel I never wanted to write was one to my famous kidney stone T-pisode! But guess what? Here I am. Yup. I planned on writing a new batch of T-pisodes this past weekend but instead I woke up Thursday morning with an all too familiar feeling. A weird feeling. An uncomfortable feeling. A fucking painful feeling. I knew another kidney stone was about to come out of my body and into this world. So let me tell you about my 72 hours in hell in this T-pisode which I properly titled “Kidney Stoned II: The F*cking Sequel.”

You see in the last T-pisode it was mostly about the movement of the stone from my kidney to my bladder and then that little son of a bitch just sat there in my bladder for 17 months. I didn’t pass it until the plane ride back from Venice, Italy. It didn’t bother me the entire time until that moment. I didn’t get into the “passing of the stone” in my Italy T-pisode because it would’ve taken up more space than the actual trip itself. There are two phases to passing a kidney stone. Phase 1, it decides to leave your kidney and move through it into your bladder. Phase 2, you have to move the stone out of your bladder and out of your body. Which means if you’re a man like me, you have to pass it through your penis. Look, I know kidney stones are personal. But all of T-blawg is personal for me so I’m sharing this horrible experience for a second time. I’m raising “Kidney Stone Awareness” up in here and I’m going to find a way to end those little fuckers once and for all! So after feeling the uncomfortable Thursday I started to throw up. A lot. The only good thing about passing a stone before is that you know that you are passing one again and what to do in this situation. Last time I almost crashed my car trying to drive to the hospital. This time I was going to call a cab but I couldn’t stop throwing up. So my sister came into the city and took me to the hospital. And like a champ, she stayed with me the entire time. After telling nurses and doctors my symptoms and telling them my name and birth date a thousand fucking times, they got me on drugs. A lot of drugs. Double the dose from the last stone actually. Then I had to get a few ultrasounds because this time it was on my right side instead of my left and they had to rule out appendicitis. They sedated me and told me I had a stone double the size of my last one exiting my kidney into my bladder and hopefully it would pass soon. They gave me some painkillers, some FloMax (again) and 3 little paper funnels to catch the fucker and sent me on my happy way. That was my 7 hours in the emergency room. That was only a quarter of the battle however.

I didn’t sleep much Thursday night or all day Friday. I was pounding water and high on painkillers. I hate taking drugs for anything but this was terrible. Again, I had a stone before, I’m covered in tats, I’m a Tough Mudder, a Spartan, been in my share of fights, been baseball batted, bottled, stabbed, stitched, boxing trained, BJJ trained, Muay Thai trained and nothing…NOTHING compares to having a little rock in your body tear through your organs and exit through your pee hole. NOTHING I tell you! My cousin and his family brought me a care package of soup & Gatorade. Friends & family & co-workers called, emailed and texted. A certain lady friend kept checking in on me. I live alone but wasn’t alone. Then around 11:30PM Friday I felt the shift to my penis. Then I had to pee every 10 fucking minutes for the next 12 hours. I did not sleep. AT ALL. I was hallucinating. It SUCKED. Finally at 4:30PM Saturday afternoon the sand came, then the blood, then the unholy POP. I caught it in the funnel. I was done. It felt like I just came back from war. I see my urologist every 6 months. He said I’m doing all the right things with my health, diet and staying hydrated. This is just something I’ll have to deal with the rest of my life. And according to T-blawg math, I’m passing a stone every 143 T-pisodes! So maybe I shouldn’t write these every Monday anymore because they saw two more stones still in my kidney. And I really don’t want to go to war again anytime soon yo.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 285: Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women 3

I think this T-blawg Pose pic is one hell of a way to close out the “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women” trilogy, don’t you?

I think this T-blawg Pose pic is one hell of a way to close out the “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women” trilogy, don’t you?

 

On October 25, 2010 I put up my very first “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women” T-pisode. It made T-blawg “semi” famous and the site started to find its voice. On August 27, 2012 I released “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women 2” and T-blawg was officially “made” as an entertainment website allowing me to tell my stories, share my opinions and put on for Boston every Monday. While I know T-blawg is more than just a list of beautiful, talented, intelligent and sexy women with ties to Boston, I wanted to honor the “Boston’s Hottest List” and came back to it one more time by closing it out with a part 3.

The three components to make this list still stand from the original and the sequel. They are: The Boston connection; Their hotness factor; and what they’re most known for. And once again, I included links for proof! So here are the 12 women that made “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women 3.” Trilogy complete!

 

Bianca de la Garza

Boston connection: I started watching Bianca on the local news and now she has her own late night talk show properly titled “Bianca” on Saturday nights and I’m thankful I no longer have to watch a terrible “Saturday Night Live” because of her!
Hotness: She is insanely beautiful and one of the classiest moms on TV and social media.
Known For: The news; Her TV show; Social Media

 

Katie Nolan

Boston connection: Katie is a homegrown Boston girl and Boston sports fan who has never worn a damn pink hat.
Hotness: I’m a sucker for my Boston girls. I’m a sucker for brunettes. I’m a sucker for women who actually know sports. Katie Nolan is all three and is insanely cute. I’d give her half my T-blawg fortune and half of all my sports tickets. Yeah I would.
Known For: Being a Boston sports fan; Social Media; Her own sports show “Garbage Time with Katie Nolan”

 

Jenny Johnson

Boston connection: Jenny is from Worcester, went to UNH and came up in Boston through hosting and producing food related shows.
Hotness: She looks like a damn model with a million dollar smile. Throw in her love for food and she’s every guy’s dream woman.
Known For: Being one half the hosting pair of “Dining Playbook;” NESN

 

Sabina Gadecki 

Boston connection: Sabina is a Mass girl who went from local model to Hollywood actress.
Hotness: Like I said, Sabina is a model and an actress! She also stole every scene in last Summer’s “Entourage” movie that she was in because she was so damn hot to look at. She’s also into boxing. I’m into boxing. Sabina, hit me up yo.
Known For: The “Entourage” movie

 

Jessica Lowndes 

Boston connection: Jessica is not a Boston girl. She is a Canadian. But she is a Red Sox fan and is friends with my buddy and “Boston’s Hottest” alum Ashley Daniels so she made this list!
Hotness: Look, we all know I love the dark hair, light eye, fit types and Jessica is all three. Plus her Instagram selfies are the reason selfies were invented when you are that friggin’ beautiful.
Known For: “Beverly Hills 90210” reboot show; Instagram

 

Amarie Ortiz 

Boston connection: Amarie is a local model and has a huge following on social media. She can be spotted at all the newest Boston hot spots.
Hotness: Even though Amarie is insanely sexy, she also is a sweetheart and that makes her that much hotter. She and I can easily chat about corny things like “Saved By The Bell” on Twitter while still keeping it real yo. That’s a great quality to have ladies.
Known For: Modeling; Boston hot spots; Social Media

 

Kati Salowsky 

Boston connection: Kati is a Boston girl turned Hollywood actress.
Hotness: There are a lot of Boston girls who head out west with a hope and a dream but Kati is one of the sweetest ones to make the jump and you can’t help but root for her. Plus she has a smile and a look in her eye that is meant for the big screen. Watch “Ted 2” if you don’t believe me. Her smile steals the scene from Flash Gordon.
Known For: “Ted 2”

 

Kim Khazei 

Boston connection: Longtime Boston news anchor.
Hotness: We all know that I tend to go “younger” when it comes to women but Kim is definitely one of the sexiest “older” news women to ever get into the news game. She is sexy as hell and knows how to dress for the news if you know what I’m saying.
Known For: The news

 

Amanda Soucy 

Boston connection: Local model and New England Patriots cheerleader
Hotness: I love all things New England Patriots. You know this. I love all women with dark hair and light eyes. You know this. So obviously I cheer my ass off from my front row end zone season ticket seat in Gillette every time my Pats score a touchdown AND every time Amanda shakes her pom poms in front of me. She is the hottest Pats cheerleader in Pats cheerleading history.
Known For: Being a Patriots cheerleader; Instagram

 

Jenny (Chocolate and Lace) 

Boston connection: Jenny is a blogger with ties to Boston, New York and Connecticut.
Hotness: I don’t know too much about Jenny except that I’m a fan of her Instagram and her blog because she is talented, hot and loves food. She is also a mom. Put all that stuff together and you have #wouldwife material yo.
Known For: Her blog; Instagram

 

Valerie Cogswell 

Boston connection: Boston chef.
Hotness: I stumbled about Valerie on Instagram one day and started following her because she was a local hottie who cooked! She is starting to be featured all over the place and deserves her success.
Known For: Being a chef; Instagram

 

Karyn Polewaczyk

Boston connection: Local writer.
Hotness: I came across Karyn’s dating adventures on Boston.com a few years back. Then I found her blog. Then I saw what she looked like. If there is a female version of me out there, Karyn would be it. But she is way more talented. Looks, talent and passion from a Boston girl able to put her life and thoughts out there? I’m sold.
Known For: Boston.com; Social Media

 

So that completes the “Boston’s Hottest Trilogy” on T-blawg! 44 amazing women with ties to Boston have now been named over the last 6 years. So go show these ladies some love and let them know ol’ T sent you. Because I’m not sure if I have a “BH4” in me people!!!

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 284: Day Off

I didn’t take this pic today on my day off. I did take a pic at Wahlburger’s today though. It’s on my Instagram. https://instagram.com/p/94MhQIKCVP/ It smells like cheeseburgers. LOLzzzzz.

I didn’t take this pic today on my day off. I did take a pic at Wahlburger’s today though. It’s on my Instagram. It smells like cheeseburgers. LOLzzzzz.

 

I had a T-pisode lined up today. It was locked and loaded. But instead I decided to do an impromptu post about my, well my day off really. While I do get plenty of vacation days I hardly take days off unless I’m actually going away on vacation. I do plan days when I don’t go into the office during Patriots season because I want to make sure I use the next day to fully recover. Having Pats season tickets takes a lot out of me the next day but I don’t spend the day hungover sitting on my ass. No. I still do shit. I still get shit done. Even on my day off. Let me tell you how my day went down today.

My typical days off usually go the same. Today I woke up early still. I was up at 7:15. Had a slight hangover from the Pats game in Gillette yesterday. Mostly because it wasn’t a “normal” Pats game. I went to this game with 3 of my oldest buddies that I grew up with so I had “extra” fun at the game yesterday. I’ll turn it into a future T-pisode. I started the morning checking and responding to my “office job” emails. I take pride in my work and I really like my job so I still move things even if I’m not there. That’s how I roll yo. Next up, I fired off some T-blawg social media stuff. My “other” job. Monday is still “chest & tris” day so I hit up the gym and lifted and ran and sweated out the alcohol and junk food and cigars I put into my system yesterday. I came home and had breakfast, showered and then started writing some T-blawg book pages. Yes, I’m still working on the damn book. Leave me alone. My mind went elsewhere and I started some text blasts. Some offensive memes went out. Some flirts went out. Some sports shit talking went out. Some checking in with LA connections went out. Some tooting my own horn texts went out about how Boston.com made me one of it’s “Top 22 Instagrammers” last week. Thug life!!! And then after all that shit I couldn’t get my rhythm going again with the writing so I went to the movies. I still have to see every damn movie. I still study every damn movie. I still read every damn script of every damn movie out there. And yes, I plan to get back to the screenwriting one day. I saw “Spectre” and it was pretty good. I really hope this isn’t Daniel Craig’s last “Bond” flick because he is the only James Bond to get me to enjoy the Bond movies. In the middle of the flick I got a text that Dion Lewis tore his ACL yesterday. That fucking SUCKED bro. But the Patriots will adjust. They always do. After the movie I went over to the new Boston Wahlburgers because the place has been jammed every other time since it opened last month. No, Monday is not a cheat day for me but I wanted a damn burger and Mahky Mahk and Donnie D. on the back up do a decent burger kid. That sentence was SO Boston you may have to Google it. Plus, I was hoping to run into one of them and talk Boston movie making shit. Maybe next time. I still left saying, “Say hi to your mother for me.” Then I came home, answered more work emails and started to trim “Boston’s Most Hottest & Kinda Famous Women 3” for next week. Yep. It’s been over 3 years but next Monday I complete the trilogy. It’s my “Godfather” yo. Except the last one won’t suck like “Godfather 3” did.

That was my so-called day off. I’m not sure if any of you wanted to see what my typical day off looks like but that’s it. And now I’m sitting here writing this T-pisode about to post it and hopefully you’ll all read it and get something out of it. This wasn’t a usual opinion T-pisode or a lesson learned T-pisode or a flashback T-pisode or a list T-pisode or a travel T-pisode or a… It was a day off T-pisode ok! Enjoy it. And take a day off yourself. Go to the gym then have a damn burger or something. You only live once. Go get silly. Now excuse me while I finish “Boston’s Hottest 3.”

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 283: Nesting

I couldn’t find a funny nesting meme. I also couldn’t find a “bird nest” pic in any of my amazing @tblawg Instagram pics. You believe that shit??? So here’s a pic of a tree that thinks it’s an arch instead. Deal with it!

I couldn’t find a funny nesting meme. I also couldn’t find a “bird nest” pic in any of my amazing @tblawg Instagram pics. You believe that shit??? So here’s a pic of a tree that thinks it’s an arch instead. Deal with it!

 

I’ve always been an advocate of going out. I have been known to be a social butterfly on the occasion. A social “dude” butterfly that is. Wait, are there dude butterflies? Anyway, whether I have been the life of the party, the person who took the life out of the party or just a regular party goer, I have had my fair share of parties. I have also spent many a time in the club. At the bar. Lounging in lounges. Cheering my teams at games. And of course, as it has been more than WELL documented here on T-blawg…I have been known for going out on a date or two or five thousand. These days? Ahhh…not so much for any of that shit.

I’m not going to go on about my busy schedule again. And actually, the reason I don’t go out as much anymore isn’t because I’m busy. I’m always busy. Shit, I came out the womb busy son. It’s because I’m nesting. That’s right. No I don’t live with a family of birds. I still live alone. I’m still a bachelor. But I have everything I need at home and when I want something, I go out. I’m not talking about for food, or work, or the gym, or errands. Of course I leave my house for that shit. I’m not a damn hermit. I’m just saying I need a good reason to go out-out these days. At this point in my life. I won’t go on dates just for the sake of going out on dates anymore. I won’t go out drinking just for the sake of saying I went out drinking. And Baby Jesus knows I won’t step foot in a damn club anymore just so I can post up at a table popping bottles. You know how many damn bottles I done popped before popping bottles was even a saying??? Too damn many yo. Nah. I’m in the house these days. And nights. I’m writing. I’m texting a good lady. Shit, I’m emoji flirting her to come over. I’m watching a good movie. I’m drinking some wine. I’m reading a book. I’m watching the game. I’m moving investments around. I’m planning my next trip. I’m researching. I’m making moves to secure my future. I’m blasting some Jay-Z over my wireless surround sound rapping every damn word! Like I said, I’m nesting. You better give me a damn good reason to leave the nest these days. Of course I know what’s outside. I’ve been outside. I used to thrive outside. And don’t get me wrong, I still can and WILL if I feel like it. I still have the natural ability to leave my place and turn a regular night out into an adventure. Into one hell of a memory. Into a very popular T-pisode even! Maybe this nesting thing is something that just comes with age. With having done and seen so much. With having the need to better myself more maturely than going out and regressing. I’m not sure. I just know that I’m nesting these days. And I like it. I like nesting.

I get texts from women asking where I’ve been. Texts and calls from my boys going out last-minute. Boston nightlife industry folks wondering when I’m coming through again. I appreciate being missed. I really do. But give me a reason. Life is great for me right now. I got a lot of good people, good things and good energy in my life. Throw in that busy schedule and it may be some time before you see ol’ T again. I know whom I’ll leave the nest for. What I’ll leave the nest for. For everything and everyone else? I’m good yo. I’m nesting.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

 

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T-pisode 282: The World You Know

It’s crazy how a street can have so many ties to my life. This one has a lot of college and recent memories for me. Boston can be such a small city sometimes.

It’s crazy how a street can have so many ties to my life. This one has a lot of college and recent memories for me. Boston can be such a small city sometimes.

 

When I was younger my cousin and I would spend hours and I mean hours after a night out of both fun and trouble in front of his house in my car discussing every topic that would pop into our heads. Looking back now, these mostly deep insightful conversations helped shape the men we are today. Both of us never had real relationships with our fathers and neither of us really had any decent adult men to look up to. So we just basically either learned from hands on trial & error experiences or we talked to each other to figure things out on our own. Something we always brought up was how someone else would always have it “easier” than us. I mean we had to figure out how to handle anything because that was the hand we were both dealt. But as adults today? We have a different take on it.

Today my cousin and I have our deep conversations in the kitchen of his house once his kids have gone off to sleep and the wine and tequila have taken over the table. And today the phrase he and I say to each other a lot is “the world you know” as opposed to discussing who has it easier than us anymore. That saying basically means you’re built to handle everything YOUR life has put into YOUR world. We all have to deal with problems on a daily basis. We all have jobs, bills, routines, problems etc. And it’s all you know. You can’t say someone has it “easier” than you as an adult. You just can’t. You don’t know what it takes to live my life everyday and I don’t know what it takes to live yours. I have no idea if your salary is enough to pay your bills every month. I don’t know what it takes to get the kids up, dressed, bring them to school, pick them up and help them with homework everyday. I don’t know what it’s like dealing with single life after divorce. I have no idea what the stress is like to have your front lawn replaced. Maybe someone in your life is dealing with helping out a sick parent. Maybe they even have health issues of their own that they are going through. Who knows? You just can’t do a comparison or an analysis based off of what you “see” and automatically assume that person or couple or family has it easy. That they’re living the life. Who the hell knows if they only have that big, beautiful house because both husband and wife work their asses off but are never even home to spend time in it because they’re always working. They never even get to relax in it. To enjoy it. One thing that comes with age is a sense of understanding. Even compassion to an extent. Having the ability to take a step back and say “Damn. This person is dealing with something here. It doesn’t seem like a major issue to me but maybe it is for them.” is a sign of growing up. Maturity. Respect.

My cousin and I can run the gamut with our conversations. They can go anywhere from old school ghetto East Boston to discussing a project or business venture one of us is embarking on next with almost anything and everything in between. But we no longer think anyone else has it easier because we now know that we’re each built to handle the world we know. We had it tough as kids and we both know there isn’t much we can’t handle but the level of respect, compassion and understanding that we now have for others makes me proud of the men we have turned into. That’s the world WE know today.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 281: T Does Greece in 3 Paragraphs

The T-blawg Pose has officially been pulled off by me in 8 countries, 20 states, 5 seas, 4 islands and over 150,000 air miles…and counting. Not bad for a Boston kid.

The T-blawg Pose has officially been pulled off by me in 8 countries, 20 states, 5 seas, 4 islands and over 150,000 air miles…and counting. Not bad for a Boston kid.

 

 

*I’ve decided to do a series of T-pisodes that capture my travels throughout my life. In 3 paragraphs. I’ll post them every once in a while. Some places I’ve been to a few times, others only once. And some I will probably never go back to because of what went down there.

 

The plan was always five European countries. It was always England, France, Italy, Spain and Greece. Those were the big five for me. Since I was a kid. Then once I went to London back in 2011 the plan became five European countries in five years. Well mission accomplished. This past summer I finished a promise I made to myself. I’m big on any kind of promise I make but the ones I make to myself are always the sweetest once I finish making them happen. And Greece was the bookend on that sweet promise adult me had the pleasure of fulfilling for kid me.

I went out to Greece during the middle of the country’s economic crisis but that didn’t really have any impact on my trip. Except when I had to catch my boat from Santorini back to Athens. Yeah, they cancelled that shit on me but Santorini is the best place to be “stuck” for a few extra hours, believe me. I started my Greece trip in Athens. As I learned way back in London, the key to travelling in Europe is staying in a hotel in a central location. My hotel was centered perfectly between the Acropolis, the Temple of Zeus and the Plaka. And I hit up all three. They were each amazingly beautiful in their own right. It was hot as SHIIIT when I made my hike up the Acropolis but the view was well worth it. It was so hot and those ruins were so smooth it honestly felt like I was walking on ice. The Temple of Zeus felt like I was in the movie “The Clash of the Titans” and had me feeling like I was a Greek God, but Italian. Wait, what? And I did a shit ton of shopping in the Plaka. Once again I know who is important to me when I think about them when I’m on vacation and find myself buying gifts for them. I love taking home a little bit of each country I visit to the people I care about. Whether they’ve been in my life forever or a short period of time. It says something to me. One thing I brought back a lot of and had a lot of out there in Greece was ouzo. I drank that shit all day and night. And I made friends everywhere I went while bonding over hella ouzo and hella feta yo. The people of Athens were very kind to me but the people of the island of Santorini practically adopted me making me one of their own. Opa!!! Seriously. And that island, their food, those views, those sunsets and that beautiful blue Aegean Sea were some of the most gorgeous sites these Boston eyes have ever seen. My hot days turned into hotter nights on that island and the Greeks on that island showed me one hell of a good time. Looking back I wish I had spent more time on Santorini and should’ve planned to visit the other Greek islands. But this gives me a reason to go back one day. Hell, I have about a hundred reasons to go back. Greece was one of my favorite adventures and I’m definitely interested in making a sequel.

Visiting Greece this past summer made me appreciate how far I’ve come in life even more. Of course I took the time to do some reflecting. I always do when I’m on vacation. I’m constantly doing something 18 hours a day, practically 7 days a week for about 50 weeks a year. I “go” like I’m still that broke Eastie kid watching airplanes fly over his third floor apartment all day. But I’m far from being that kid. Far from that life. But it doesn’t give me the right to not take the time in another country to appreciate that past life. I’ll humble myself because I won’t let anyone else humble me. Crazy, I know. I did what I usually do when I’m on vacation and Greece was no different until I realized that I fulfilled that promise. Five European countries in five years. And now I’m on to new adventures and some planned repeat adventures. And some new promises as well. Greece made my summer 2015 and it will always have a special place in my heart. But I love Boston the best.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 280: #goals VS Goals

#goals…#squadgoals…#relationshipgoals…#vacationgoals…#gymgoals…Memes…It’s lit…Who did this?!...Vines…Snaps…hashtags…Instagram…emojis…Kylie Jenner selfies…Drake lyrics…Pizza is life…HUH??? This shit SHOULD NOT determine your real life goals. Are you fucking stupid or what? LOLzzzz

#goals…#squadgoals…#relationshipgoals…#vacationgoals…#gymgoals…Memes…It’s lit…Who did this?!…Vines…Snaps…hashtags…Instagram…emojis…Kylie Jenner selfies…Drake lyrics…Pizza is life…HUH??? This shit SHOULD NOT determine your real life goals. Are you fucking stupid or what? LOLzzzz

 

If you haven’t figured out yet that I’m a very goal-oriented type of person then you don’t fully understand what I’ve been trying to do with T-blawg for almost the last six years. Damn, it’s almost six years? Shit, I’m getting old. Anyway… T-blawg goal #1… To give you an entertaining history of how I became the man I am today. Done. T-blawg goal #2… To make you laugh, make you feel and make you think. Ongoing. T-blawg goal #3… To take everything T-blawg including the T-pisodes, the Bro Codes, the Grown Man shit, Boston life, the lessons, Festivus, the lists, the travel adventures, the pose, the #wouldwife(s), the book (still being written) and package it all into an established brand that has never been seen or done before. Accomplished. T-blawg goal #5… Bring all that to the next fucking level. Soon.

Those are my T-blawg goals. My other goals are an endless list. Many have been accomplished. Many are still ongoing. Many I haven’t even thought of yet. But all of them are MY goals and no one else’s. Once again, I’m not on this fucking planet to live a life that someone else is living nor am I ever going to be one to live the “normal” life that so many people either have or want. I do my thang yo. So it drives me fucking nuts when I see #goals thrown around on all my social media shit by so many people. So called shit like #relationshipgoals and #squadgoals. What? People posting gym selfies and makeup selfies and someone writing #goals in their comments. What?? Or when someone is popping a bottle at the club or driving a tinted & rimmed up car and I see #goals under those pics as well. WHAT??? What the fuck is going on with people? You want that simple shit? You want what someone else is portraying on social media?! Don’t you have your own goals in mind? And I’m not talking about that social media shit. I’m talking about your own type of education goals. Your career goals. Your financial goals. Long and short-term. Your own relationship goals. Your own health and fitness goals. Are we that empty and directionless today that this is the kind of nonsense we’re calling goals??? The fuck outta here. I’m not saying you have to be super goal-oriented like ol’ T over here. I’m saying that you need to have your own real life goals! Fuck yo’ #goals hashtags. Do yourself a favor and unfollow all those idiots will you?! Those are not goals. Those are materialistic mirages created by the superficial to get shallow “likes” from people they don’t even know and if you can’t see that then your first goal should be for you to get your fucking head examined because you may be an idiot. Hashtag #medicalgoals. LOLz. Look, I’m doing what I do here. I’m giving you some cold ass truth. So please, know the fucking difference between #goals and real life goals. Be a better person for yourself. That is a goal we should all have. To become better. Every fucking day. Become better.

Goals… You have to have them. They have to mean something to you. They shouldn’t be anyone else’s goals but your own. #goals on the other hand are just things created by others trying to fool you into thinking that’s how it’s supposed to be. That’s what you should be trying to get. That’s how you should look. That’s how you should love. That’s how you should live. NO. It’s just a hashtag. Those aren’t goals. Those aren’t healthy relationships. Your friends aren’t a “squad.” Your significant other isn’t a fucking “bae” just because the world is telling you they are. Let’s get back to real life goals. The kind of goals that mean something. Once again, thank me later. That should be your goal. To finally thank me for all this damn advice!!!

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 279: F*ck Cancer

No caption needed for this one.

No caption needed for this one.

 

I think everyone has some sort of personal vendetta against a disease or illness. Something that has affected their life. Something that has taken a lot from them. Something that is a constant pain that is just relentless. Mine is cancer. It doesn’t matter how much good or bad you do in this world, there will always be something like cancer that will swoop in and bring you nothing but pain and loss. That is just one of the harsh realities of life. I don’t put this out there for the world. Not on T-blawg. Not on my personal stuff. What I do to help cancer research and to support the good fight against it, I keep close to my chest. I do what I can. It’s very personal for me. I’m writing this now. Cancer gets one T-pisode from me. Because fuck cancer.

I don’t know if all the operations my mother had when I was a kid were because of cancer or not. I don’t think I’ll ever know. I do remember all the operations though. The ones more recently I know were because of cancer that’s for sure. What she is going through now is cancer. Her upcoming third lung surgery is because of cancer. Fuck cancer. I remember when I was a little kid and saw my grandfather help my grandmother change her bandages when her breast was cut off because of breast cancer. She would later pass away from breast cancer when I was 15 years old. Fuck cancer. I remember when that same grandfather was in the hospital when I was 10 years old and took a violent seizure in front of me because of leukemia. He never came home. He died from that leukemia. Fuck cancer. I remember a year later when I was 11 and my aunt and godmother was brought home from the hospital because there was nothing they could do for her. She passed away from pancreatic cancer. I still remember my mother, grandmother and cousins crying. Fuck cancer. I remember visiting my grandfather in the hospital with my mother when I was 14 years old. We went everyday after school for two weeks. He told me to be good. He passed away from pancreatic cancer as well. Fuck cancer. When the mayor of Boston died recently because cancer spread through his body it hit me hard as well. This man was more than the mayor of Boston to me. He promised me that he would give me scholarship money if I kept up with good grades in college. He stayed true to his word and every year in college he handed me a check for $2500. He knew me personally. He knew my mother. He did amazing things for the city including what he did during the marathon bombings. He gave a shit about a poor, punk, Eastie kid. Fuck cancer. A girl I was recently close with at such a young age is dealing with cervical cancer. I miss her and hope she is fighting. She’s a strong one. Fuck cancer. I know several friends and family who have battled hodgkin’s lymphoma. Fuck cancer. Some have battled thyroid cancer and still have the throat scars to show for it. Fuck cancer. Some have battled skin cancer. Fuck cancer. Fucking cancer… Fuck cancer. Fuck cancer. FUCK cancer.

I hate cancer. I hate what is has done to so many people in my life. It has taken so much. What makes it harder is that it is something I don’t have an answer for. I’m a problem solver. I figure things out and come up with a solution. I can’t with cancer. I’m also a fighter. But I can’t fight and beat cancer. Mostly because it’s not my fight. I would GLADLY fight for those I cared about. But it’s not like I can step in and beat up a bully with my hands here. Not with cancer. My greatest fear used to be that I would end up like my father. But now I know that will never happen because I am my own man now. I have been for a while. My greatest fear now is that no matter how much good I do, how healthy I try to be, that somehow, someway, cancer is going to come for me too. Crazy? Maybe. But this is the impact cancer has had on me. On my life. On the people I love. And this is personal. And I won’t write about cancer ever again. Because…fuck cancer.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 278: Boston Winter Strong

Don’t ever question the toughness of a Bostonian. THIS is how we roll in winter. ALL fucking winter that is.

Don’t ever question the toughness of a Bostonian. THIS is how we roll in winter. ALL fucking winter that is.

 

108.6 inches. 108.6! One hundred and eight point six. Or a hunnit an’ eight point six as they say in the streets yo. That was the new snowfall record. That was another title for Boston won last winter. It was actually 110.6 inches when the winter was all said and done. But that’s how much snow we got last winter in Boston. I know it’s just the start of autumn now and it’s all pumpkin errythang, leaves a’changin’ and a’fallin’ too, apple picking pics all over yo’ social media and nonstop football but I had to write about last winter because I was on my T-blawg break during last winter. I’m going to use this T-pisode as a kind of metaphor and a warning. Watch what I do here.

I did the math. As a lifelong Bostonian this is how our seasons go…we get 6 weeks of fall. 6 weeks of spring. 8 weeks of summer. And 32 weeks of winter. Seriously. Last winter however we definitely got a late start. I was in Gillette watching my Patriots destroy teams while wearing t-shirts and jerseys. It was unseasonal for us. It was very mild and calm and it was absolutely beautiful! Then around mid January? We got FUUUUUCKED up. We got slammed for 6 weeks straight of storm after storm and cold weather after even colder weather. We even went 10 straight weekends of receiving measurable snow! The fuck? I swear I went at least a month without seeing my car after I stopped trying to shovel it out after 5 attempts at unburying it. It was brutal. We suffered. People complained. We couldn’t do anything. We couldn’t leave our homes. People complained some more. But guess what? We got through it. That’s what we do around here. Bostonians survive and get through shit. That winter tested the most winter hardened vets, let me tell you! Unless you are from Boston you have no idea what it’s like to commute in our winters. You have no idea what it’s like to dig out your car, trying to save your parking spot then finding another spot if your spot was taken and debating whether you want to wait and kill someone then go to prison for taking your original spot! We’ll cut you and your tires. Fuck it. Forget the gym. We shovel for weight lifting, cardio and conditioning around here during the winter. Fuck the treadmill. Sure some of us go fucking nuts and immediately have to get to the grocery store before that first forecasted snowflake even falls for milk, bread and eggs like there is nothing else to eat…like the stores aren’t selling anything else…like the restaurants are all going to fucking close…which none of this EVER happens!!! Cut the shit, people. But we’re crazy like that. We’re Bostonians. We’re tough AND we’re crazy. And that’s how we roll in the winter. Record breaking or otherwise.

Like I said earlier, it’s fall now. But I know how fast fall will fade and winter will rush in. I’ve been through this a long time now. Sure there are many other Bostonians who have been through plenty of winters as well but some will act like they never even seen snow before as soon as that first snowfall forecast hits all our TV, phone and computer screens. All I ask is that you remember how tough you are. Read this again if you have to. Remember last winter. We’ve seen the worst and we’re still here. Act accordingly. We’re Bostonians. The rest of the country made memes about the winter we actually lived through last year! Show them and each other that we got this. So get ready… Winter is coming.

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 277: Aged Dating

This part of Boston is symbolic to me. I snap a pic whenever I can. In my mind it’s the place where I drive into my present from my past every time I cross the Tobin Bridge back into Boston. Deep, I know.

This part of Boston is symbolic to me. I snap a pic here when I can. In my mind it’s the place where I drive into my present from my past every time I cross the Tobin Bridge back into Boston. Deep, I know.

 

I think any grown man would love to go back in time to talk to a younger version of himself and give himself some solid life advice. A few things I would tell T in his late teens and early twenties would be…don’t be so hard on yourself; don’t be so angry & crazy all the time; you’re nothing like your father; write that script now; spend a little less time hitting the books while working 3 jobs so you can actually enjoy college life and relax with the girls, make them laugh, be confident not cocky and let that shit progress naturally. Of course I would give myself some stocks and sports tips to secure millionaire status at a young age as well. But that other stuff is important life knowledge compared to just money that I’ll go on to earn one day. I don’t keep in touch with a lot of people from that time in my life. I’ve lived it, learned from it and moved on from it. But I recently connected with someone who knew me then and is getting to know me now.

I am almost NOTHING like the kid I was in my late teens and early twenties. My ties to that life are my family, a handful of friends and any words or stories I share here, in my book (yes, I’m still writing the book) or in my scripts. Even on my personal social media I rarely interact with people from my past. It’s really not intentional. Like I said earlier, I’ve moved on. A few years back I connected with a woman I knew when she was a teenage girl. And she knew teenaged T. She was a girl I always liked. Beautiful and always kept my attention without even trying to get it. To me girls like that were special back then. I’ve grown and I’ve had my fair share of women since which mostly consisted of a lot of not so special girls, some special women and only a few extraordinary ladies. So I was surprised when she still grabbed my attention now as a grown woman all these years later just through Facebook chats. We caught up and connected again then actually went out on a date. We were two grownups now but had more chemistry now than we did then. It’s tough to have “chemistry” or “deep” intelligent conversations as kids. Back then we paged each other on pagers. We made mixtapes. We would go to the mall and movies. We hung out at under 21 nightclubs and danced to songs like “This Is How We Do It” and “I Like To Move It” while driving up and down Revere beach until the cops told us to go home! Life was different then. Maybe even a little more simple then. But I will take that grown, sexy, educated, maternal, strong woman who I’m getting to spend time with now over that sweet teenage girl then. Because I’ve grown into the man I am now. Can a man and a woman reconnect after a long time and hit it off? So far, so good! And this is all new even for me. And I like it. And I’m calling this new-found style of dating “Aged Dating” because it’s like a bottle of fine wine that has gotten better with age baby.

Aged dating also means you both have grown into your lifestyles. Sometimes these lifestyles are very different but the connection between the two of you keeps things moving along. To where? Only time will tell I guess. Two grown adults with busy lives can be very interesting that’s for sure but being grown and comfortable in your life eliminates a lot of games, negativity and bullshit. And that’s rare. Because the older you get the less time and energy you have for bullshit so try to make things work if the good shit outweighs the bullshit I say. Especially if the two of you laugh a lot together. Smiling is important. The reason why you’re smiling is even more important. So I’ll leave you with this… If you are reconnecting with someone from your past right now and you recognize a common attraction, then go for it. See what happens. See what this “Aged Dating” does for you.

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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NEVER be content…

Go out and get what you want. It’s how I live my life. And it’s a damn good life. Some settle for less. But not me, chico. Fuck no.

 

 

 

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T-pisode 276: Hategate

Stop hating Tom Brady. Stop hating Bill Belichick. Stop hating the Patriots. Instead, hate Roger Goodell for what he has done to the NFL. Hate your shitty football team for not being able to beat the Patriots. Hate your team for whining more than winning. For all their excuses instead of having accountability for their shortcomings. And hate your fucking self if you are a hater in general. Enough.

Stop hating Tom Brady. Stop hating Bill Belichick. Stop hating the Patriots. Instead, hate Roger Goodell for what he has done to the NFL. Hate your shitty football team for not being able to beat the Patriots. Hate your team for whining more than winning. For all their excuses instead of having accountability for their shortcomings. And hate your fucking self if you are a hater in general. Enough.

 

 

One of the T-pisodes that I promised myself that I would write when I returned would be about the hate my Patriots are getting. You knew the Boston guy with Patriots season tickets who has written about Boston sports for years would have something to say so I know you are all not surprised. So this is my Roger Goodell/NFL/Tom Brady & the New England Patriots haters diss T-pisode. I’m going old school East Boston style on this one. I’m going Tupac 19 years since his death old school on this one. Read at your own risk. You’ve been warned. I’ve waited a long time to write this one.

 

 

“They hate us cause they ain’t us.” That has become our mantra around here. Around Boston. Around New England. And it’s so fucking true. Why is it true? Because the modern-day New England Patriots of 2001-present with Tom Brady as their starting quarterback with Bill Belichick as their head coach with Robert Kraft as their owner and with their skills, playbook, system and their abilities to elevate the talent and work ethic of all the other players and coaches on the team the last 15 seasons, ARE the greatest NFL team in history. And when you’re the fucking best and nobody can figure out how to beat you, how to stop you, how to even compete with you, they will find every excuse, every reason, every nothing and turn it into something to take you down. And that is exactly what the fuck is going on today in the NFL. With Roger Goodell. With the other teams, players and owners. With all the other teams’ fans. You are all hating on greatness and it is SO fucking old.

The Tuck Rule. I said it then, I’ll say it now. Tom Brady ABSOLUTELY fumbled in that game and it should’ve been the Raiders’ ball. But Brady didn’t make that stupid rule. The NFL did. The Patriots didn’t make that call. The referees did. The Tuck Rule was so stupid that the NFL finally abolished it years later. It happened. Pats won. Move the fuck on. Spygate. Every sport has unspoken rules that teams like to bend. It’s all a matter of perspective. Bill Belichick was Eric Mangini’s mentor in the NFL and when the little bitch went over to coach the Jets and knew that he couldn’t beat Belichick he went to the NFL and ratted him out and betrayed him. Did Belichick and the Patriots break the rules? Yes. Did they pay stiff penalties for it? Yes. Did they still go on to rule the AFC East and win more division titles and Super Bowls? You betcha. Did other teams, players and coaches do worse shit than that? THEY SURE DID. But that shit isn’t as newsworthy because they’re not the Patriots. They’re not as important. Now that Tom Brady’s suspension was lifted ESPN wants to start this shit up again. Convenient that it happened immediately after that right? From a network that hasn’t been relevant since they jumped on Lebron James’ dick and let that Michael Jordan wannabe do that “The Decision” bullshit. And you’re nuts if you don’t think the NFL didn’t leak those “new” Spygate findings to ESPN. That’s some more Roger Goodell bush league bullshit. That’s some more ESPN irrelevant “sports news coverage” bullshit again. Spygate came and went. Like your ex-girlfriend, bro. Move the fuck on. DEFLATEGATE. This is the big one. We’re talking about the air in footballs that became slightly lighter in pounds per square inch during a game. From game play. From shitty New England winter weather. That’s what we’re talking about. Really. Tom Brady likes his footballs a certain way. Peyton Manning does too. So does Aaron Rodgers. Fuck, all the starting quarterbacks do. Of course they have the team staff set the balls to their liking before each game and then the NFL refs are supposed to inspect them before the game begins. And of course, the psi will fucking change from two quarters of game play wear and tear you stupid fucks. Millions of dollars were spent during months and months of investigating and the outcome was “more probable than not” that Tom Brady had to be “generally aware” that the balls were deflated. ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME?! Then Roger Goodell being the bitch that he is feeling the pressure from other owners who can’t beat the Patriots, trying to also make up for the “light” Spygate penalties and for dropping the fucking ball with all the dog killers, rapists, murderers, child abusers and women beaters in the league decided to come down extra hard on the Patriots and Tom Brady. Completely abusing his power and absolutely showing what a fool he fucking is and should not be the NFL commissioner. This opened the floodgates for the uneducated Patriots haters once again. I KNEW from day one that Brady was going to beat the suspension. Because it was fucking insane. That didn’t really bother me. What bothered me was all the shit I had to hear again from the haters. So called football fans that have been jealous of my team for the last 15 years. Some were Pink Hatters. Some were just assholes. Some were friendly ball busters. Some were morally corrupt pieces of shit who have cheated in life, cheated on their wives, lied, stolen and liked to run their mouths just for the sake of running their mouths. But I wasn’t having it. How dare any of you hypocrites deflect your own self-hate and pass judgment on my love for my team(s)? On Tom Brady? On the Patriots? You all exposed yourselves just like Roger Goodell. You all looked like fucking fools. And in the end…Tom Brady was exonerated. Deflategate happened. It was the biggest joke attack on the Patriots so far. But it happened. And Tom Brady won…again. Move the fuck on.

In my time I have seen dynasties with the Celtics, Lakers, Bulls, Yankees, Red Sox and Patriots. I watched athletes bring greatness to their sports. Michael Jordan was great because of his skills, his ability to elevate others around him, being clutch and winning the BIG ONE. Wayne Gretzy did the same for hockey with every team he played for. Derek Jeter did it with the Yankees. That’s right. A Boston guy giving Jeter and the Yankees credit because that’s where credit is due. And Tom fucking Brady is to football what those guys were to basketball, hockey and baseball. But more so. Because he wasn’t supposed to be great like those guys were. Tom Brady was the underdog who was given an opportunity as a backup quarterback and ran with it. He is everything Peyton Manning was supposed to be but never became. Numbers don’t lie. He’s better than Peyton. He’s better than Montana now. The man is also a class act who restructures his contract almost every year to give his teammates more money. He is involved with so many charities. He even gave Malcolm Butler the Super Bowl MVP truck because he knew he should’ve been the MVP instead of him. He elevates the players on the team. Do you think guys like Welker, Gronk and Edelman would have had the careers they had on other teams? With other quarterbacks? No fucking way. Tom Brady is rich. He has a supermodel wife. He has good looks. He is a great dad. He has everything every guy wants but is afraid to go out and get. Because he works his ass off for it all while you are too lazy to do anything for yourselves. He minds his own business and puts the fucking work in unlike all of you. So what do you all do? You hate on the man. You jealous fucks. Well keep hating on him. On the Patriots. On my love for my team. On me. Because we’re over here winning. That’s what winners do. “They hate us cause they ain’t us.”

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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T-pisode 275: Grown Man Shit 2-Self Worth

Too many men are concerned about the other guy. Be more concerned about yourself and the other guy will start to be concerned about you.

Too many men are concerned about the other guy. Be more concerned about yourself and the other guy will start to be concerned about you.

 

I started to shift T-blawg over from the young, angry, crazy years to the more current adult years in year 3 of T-blawg. “Bro Code” chapters were transitioning over to “Grown Man Shit” advice and stories culminating with me defining “Grown Man Shit” in year 4 with T-pisode: 200. Then I completed my 18-chapter long “Bro Code” anthology with the final “Bro Grown Man Shit Code” chapter before I took my hiatus from T-blawg. Well it’s been 75 T-pisodes and a 6-month hiatus since T-pisode 200 and I felt it was time for a sequel! So, I present “Grown Man Shit 2-Self Worth.”

Self worth is the opinion you have about yourself or the value you place on yourself. As men a lot of us don’t really have an honest opinion of who or what we are. We are constantly letting ourselves get devalued. Whether it is by comparison to other men or putting monetary price tags on our own worth or by letting some of the women we get involved with make us feel less about ourselves. This is ridiculous and this needs to stop! Over the years I have built one hell of a fucking life for myself and through trial & error I have built one hell of a fucking life portfolio that makes my self worth priceless in my opinion. You’re damn right I said priceless. And no way am I ever allowing someone else to dictate my self worth because of that. I’ve worked too damn hard to become the man I am today and I’ll be damned if I need validation from a woman who doesn’t want to be with me or from some other lesser man because of the life HE lives. No way. That is not self worth. I know how educated I am; how cultured I am; how well-travelled I am; how talented I am; how kind I am; how funny I am; how passionate I am; how giving I am; how successful I am. While monetary value and material possessions do not make a man, it is a great feeling having nice things. I have a full passport. I drive a brand new car. I live in an expensive neighborhood. I have a great career. I have many toys. I am able to spoil everyone I care about. This does not make me a better man. But this allows me to not be concerned about the other guy’s car, house, office, vacation, girlfriend, toys, etc. My self worth and confidence have allowed me to attain this life and to attain the knowledge that I am not better than any other guy. But I’ll be damned if any other guy thinks he’s better than me. Pound for pound…story for story…success for success… no man will ever be allowed to get into a pissing contest with me. Because I know my self worth. Every man should. Fellas, you should too. Put your own fucking value on yourself and the sky is the limit. Know this. And be on your “Grown Man Shit.”

I’ve had a few people ask me about “Grown Man Shit.” I even had some people question it or try to use it against me. Plenty of people have tried to use my site, my own rules, my own stories from here against me over the years. And it’s ok. I know what I’ve written here. I know what I’ve said on social media. And I know what I’ve done in my personal life off of T-blawg. I am the same guy with or without the hat. So when a woman I was involved with not too long ago used “Grown Man Shit” in a text against me, I didn’t flinch. T-blawg and my written words are also a huge part of my own self worth. I have confidence and value in each one of my words. That is who I am today. Self worth fellas, know yours. And until “Grown Man Shit 3”…once again, thank me later.

 

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 274: F*ck Yo Meal Prep!

16 weeks of meals prepared specifically for me! Thug life!!! Healthy thug life…but still…thug life. I’ll never stop using thug life. Deal with it.

16 weeks of meals prepared specifically for me! Thug life!!! Healthy thug life…but still…thug life. I’ll never stop using thug life. Deal with it.

 

I’ve been into fitness for a while now. Went through the bodybuilding, heavy weights, supplements and protein shakes period that most guys that I grew up with were into. I grew out of it. I just didn’t have the time to commit to it or the heart for it anymore. Or the stomach. Literally and figuratively. Supplementing meals for years on end brought me no joy. And I’ll never go back to it. Now I’m into a mix of free weights, dirty boxing and mud race training. Monday through Friday I work out with the occasional run through Boston thrown in on the weekend. I may never have six-pack abs but I like being able to scale mountains, jumping over fires, having a tolerance for electrocution and being able to throw a series of boxing combinations with elbows and knees thrown in. But diet is still important yo.

Everybody these days that is into fitness is also into meal prep. Go on Instagram or any of your social media news feeds right now and you’ll see someone talking about their workouts and pics of the meals they’re eating. Me? I try to avoid talking about my workouts and my clean eating meals as much as possible because honestly, it’s boring. But I’ve been into fitness for a while and it helps that my best bud is a lifelong bodybuilder. The dude was in the NFL, competes in bodybuilding competitions and has lifted since we were kids. He knows all about fitness and meal prep. So this past Winter, he introduced me to a girl who was starting her own meal prep business. Now like I said, I’m into fitness. I’m pretty disciplined. And I don’t do supplements anymore. I’m also busy as shit and I don’t like cooking. But I like to eat! This was perfect for me. So I hired her. Yep. Ol’ T is financially secure enough to pay someone to cook his meals. So for 16 weeks I had her cook my breakfasts, lunches and dinners for Monday through Friday. My other two daily meals were on me and consisted of fruits and nuts. Saturday I was on my own and Sunday was my cheat day. And even though I always knew a good clean diet was important, it wasn’t until I lived this lifestyle for those 4 months that I really got to see what clean eating and a balanced diet of carbs, protein and fats from natural foods could do for you! I was in amazing shape and never felt better. Even better than I did in my early 20s during my heavy lifting days. I have since moved on from her doing my meal prep and now I do my own prep. I still hate the shit out of cooking and I can’t even come close to the meals she was making AND it takes me like 4 hours every Sunday to prep for the week, but it’s worth it. If you’re into fitness then you have to do your meal prep. Whether on your own or paying someone else to do it, meal prep and clean eating is like 90% of your fitness routine. Trust ol’ T on this. And consider this T-pisode as a healthy lifestyle public service announcement. You’re welcome.

Meal prepping is all the rage and I honestly think some people put up fake bullshit meal prep pics to make people think that they’re actually eating clean and working out. Same as when “checking in” on social media was cool and everyone was checking in at the gym. Yeah ok. Why lie? The results are obvious when people see you and you’re only hurting yourself. So…prep yo’ meals. Go to the gym. Eat clean. Drink water. Sleep well. And whether you share all of this with friends on social media or not, just do it. Even if you’re not wearing Nikes. Just do it. Actually do it. For yourself. You’ll feel better and live longer. Meal prep…

 

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

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T-pisode 273: My Birthday Week 2015

Your birthday is a great way to gauge where you stand with people. (*This pic was featured on boston.com’s weather page last week by the way. It also was a great gauge for me!)

Your birthday is a great way to gauge where you stand with people. (*This pic was featured on boston.com’s weather page last week by the way. It also was a great gauge for me!)

 

I was going to use my annual birthday T-pisode space for a sequel to my “Grown Man Shit” T-pisode. But after the rollercoaster week I had I really wanted to get some shit off my chest and write this one fresh. So, I’m coming in hot with this one! Watch out. The older you get the less you are allowed to celebrate your birthday. I firmly believe this. There is no need to go all big and shit and make a huge deal out of it if it’s a non-milestone birthday year. But the people in your everyday life…friends, family, people you’re dating and those who you go out of your way to celebrate and recognize their birthdays should absolutely recognize and celebrate yours. Big or small, I don’t give a shit. Just something. Anything. With that said, moving on to my birthday week this past week.

Like I clearly stated above, this week was my birthday week. It was a non-milestone birthday age. Definitely not a special number by any means. But my usual core friends and family did what they always do and celebrated it with me in one form or another. I am very thankful for these people. They put up with my crazy ass. And those people are all I need. NOW, to the ones who didn’t? The ones who I went out of my way for on their birthday? The ones in my life who I’ve been there for and done sweet shit for and bought gifts for even when it wasn’t their birthdays? So called “close” friends? Even a few people I once considered family? My birthday came and went for some of them just like that. Not a text. Not a call. Not even a generic Facebook “Happy birthday, T” yo. So, I want my birthday this year to be like a movie script plot point for them. This is where we make a turn in a different direction. I want them to remember this moment when they want to know why I changed when it comes to them. This is that point. This is that last straw for some. This is where I turn the corner on our relationship. For real. I’m not bitter. No. That would need time and energy. No, I’m just recognizing where we are and choosing to move on. This week I had to deal with work shit. I got a bump up in position which was great for me but others weren’t so happy about it. Fuck them I say. I had to deal with some family health issues. Some other family drama. Some people surprisingly going ghost on me. Brand new car insurance and repair issues. Writing stuff. T-blawg shit. And just everyday life shit. This week was a true rollercoaster and at my age I will make the changes I see fit to address the issues I consider important to me and to move on and cut off the people and issues that are NOW no longer important to me. This week I’ve been so happy, so stressed, so proud, so pissed, so hurt, so excited…I’m fucking exhausted. So this year’s birthday has come and gone and it brought more into my life than most past birthdays. But like I always have, I dealt with it. I will deal with it. It’s what I do best. I deal with shit both good & bad and turn negatives into positives and turn current positives into bigger future positives. That’s how I fucking roll. Still.

So now I have one more celebration tonight (wrote this Saturday FYI) with family and then I have another one next weekend that was put out due to Boston weather being a little bitch this weekend. LOLz. And then that will put this year’s birthday into the history books for me. But either way, this year’s game plan is the same as previous years. To enjoy life and always have a story to tell while trying to be a better man today than I was yesterday. That’s my motto. It’s been my motto. It’s actually Grown Man Shit. And that sequel is coming baby. Happy birthday to me!

 

Until next time. Always take it there.

T

 

 

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