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Chachi Mulletino - May 20, 2007
In the spring of 2002 I was headed out on a date. I was starving, so I deceided to grab a burger at my local diner. After placing my order, I noticed a heavy set women in the front booth having difficulty breathing. My adreanaline began to rise as I realized she needs an ambulance. While watching her face turn blue I simultaneously called 911 and recruited the biggest man in the diner to give her the heimlich manuver. She was running out of time.
The thing that bugged me about this situation was the two people sitting with her were showing no signs of distress, they actually kept eating. They were older people mabey mentally challenged, as I later learned there is a home for those type of people near there.
By the time I recruted a big life saver, one of the taller watresses was already squezzing her belly. Her face was as blue as a blueberry and she was foaming at the mouth. Some of the foam flew out and hit my date shirt.
Seconds later with no relief from the heimlich, she began to stammer in the vestibule when paramedics arrived.
With a stain on my shirt I was running late. So I slipped my card to the waitress for the full story and headed for the train.
On the way out of the diner, laid this woman, shirtless on the sidewalk getting shocks from the defibulator. At that moment I realized she was having a heart attack. There was nothing more I could do so on to the movies!
Two days later I get a call from a fellow named Chachi Mulletino, he was the husband of the waitress. He said he got the whole scenario on the security cameras and he wanted to give me a copy. So later that week we met for coffee and he gave me the tape.
Have a great day!
Eric
The thing that bugged me about this situation was the two people sitting with her were showing no signs of distress, they actually kept eating. They were older people mabey mentally challenged, as I later learned there is a home for those type of people near there.
By the time I recruted a big life saver, one of the taller watresses was already squezzing her belly. Her face was as blue as a blueberry and she was foaming at the mouth. Some of the foam flew out and hit my date shirt.
Seconds later with no relief from the heimlich, she began to stammer in the vestibule when paramedics arrived.
With a stain on my shirt I was running late. So I slipped my card to the waitress for the full story and headed for the train.
On the way out of the diner, laid this woman, shirtless on the sidewalk getting shocks from the defibulator. At that moment I realized she was having a heart attack. There was nothing more I could do so on to the movies!
Two days later I get a call from a fellow named Chachi Mulletino, he was the husband of the waitress. He said he got the whole scenario on the security cameras and he wanted to give me a copy. So later that week we met for coffee and he gave me the tape.
Have a great day!
Eric
In memory of Jerry Renino - March 8, 2007
I was lucky to meet Jerry Renino as musical director for the Monkees band in 2001. We traveled intensely for three years. He was a world class bassist and singer. Jerry was full of stories, impressions, jokes and songs. He could keep a party going all night long, my kinda guy. Jerry always had your back and enjoyed his position as the boss. And he new how to keep you in check so to speak. I learned alot from Jerry and his taking a chance on me, helped put food on the table. Thank you Jerry, Rest in Peace.
Thoughts On Medicine - February 22, 2007
Most people in their lives will have a scare related to their genitalia. Our genitalia is the source of pleasure, agony and reflection. The mystery behind the fluid is as tiny as the universe is big.
When I heard there was a debate on the importance of giving the new vaccine to prevent Cervical cancer in women, I was shocked. The debate has come down to the "religious" perspective of abstinence. I am a supporter of abstinence, but that is the most unlikely of choices when you think about animals. We are animals, although we might be strong willed and end a moment of hormonal impulse with kissing, we might be in a position of caressing the genitalia, which in my book is abstinence. Much of the enjoyment of sex is related to the entire body, not just the "naughty"! We might even get naked and snuggle, to me that's still abstinence. Anything minus the human puzzle and that is still abstinence in my book.
Maybe abstinence is a word designed to enforce the loneliness
that powerful lonely people feel.
Cheap or true, hugs to intercourse, hand shake to high five it's all in the humans magnitizm for reality checking.
Tell me you don't feel as real as ever when someone gives you your change back, touching you hand by accident. I guess that's a weird analogy.
My point is you don't have to do the nasty to get cervical cancer, passing a virus is as simple as making a pitcher of Kool aid. You know when you empty that little pouch of red stuff into the tupperware, a little gets on the table, you don't even know how. Then you accidental spill some water on the table and it mixed, you couldn't even see it. You had a long sleeved black shirt on, and swiped the table dry. You might go your whole life with that unseen stain on your shirt, but it's there. Then oneday you look closely for some reason and you see some discoloration. What's that you ask your self? You have know idea, so you go to a dry cleaner and ask him why is this part of your shirt a little darker, he say you've got cervical cancer.
Your in shock, you say. But I've never dipped this shirt in Kool Aid. He responds, yes you did. Now you feel even worse cause you didn't even do the naughty and you got something.
You can use a condom and not be 100% safe from HPV. So this debate is a no brainer. Get the Vaccine, give it to little girls don't even need to know it's related to cancer.
Let guys suffer, but don't give women any more shit down stairs, they aleady have their periods once a month!
Have a great day!
Eric
When I heard there was a debate on the importance of giving the new vaccine to prevent Cervical cancer in women, I was shocked. The debate has come down to the "religious" perspective of abstinence. I am a supporter of abstinence, but that is the most unlikely of choices when you think about animals. We are animals, although we might be strong willed and end a moment of hormonal impulse with kissing, we might be in a position of caressing the genitalia, which in my book is abstinence. Much of the enjoyment of sex is related to the entire body, not just the "naughty"! We might even get naked and snuggle, to me that's still abstinence. Anything minus the human puzzle and that is still abstinence in my book.
Maybe abstinence is a word designed to enforce the loneliness
that powerful lonely people feel.
Cheap or true, hugs to intercourse, hand shake to high five it's all in the humans magnitizm for reality checking.
Tell me you don't feel as real as ever when someone gives you your change back, touching you hand by accident. I guess that's a weird analogy.
My point is you don't have to do the nasty to get cervical cancer, passing a virus is as simple as making a pitcher of Kool aid. You know when you empty that little pouch of red stuff into the tupperware, a little gets on the table, you don't even know how. Then you accidental spill some water on the table and it mixed, you couldn't even see it. You had a long sleeved black shirt on, and swiped the table dry. You might go your whole life with that unseen stain on your shirt, but it's there. Then oneday you look closely for some reason and you see some discoloration. What's that you ask your self? You have know idea, so you go to a dry cleaner and ask him why is this part of your shirt a little darker, he say you've got cervical cancer.
Your in shock, you say. But I've never dipped this shirt in Kool Aid. He responds, yes you did. Now you feel even worse cause you didn't even do the naughty and you got something.
You can use a condom and not be 100% safe from HPV. So this debate is a no brainer. Get the Vaccine, give it to little girls don't even need to know it's related to cancer.
Let guys suffer, but don't give women any more shit down stairs, they aleady have their periods once a month!
Have a great day!
Eric
Good food tastes like crap - December 7, 2006
When I wake up in the morning I want a sweet roll and coffee. At lunch time I want buffalo wings, cheese sticks and french fries. At Dinner I want 2 egg rolls, fried rice, beer, and sweet and sour chicken. For a late nite snack I want 26 beers and anything that contains 0% fiber.
Why is it so hard to eat a green apple and a bowl of Flax Oatmeal?
Once I get the ball rolling on a "healthy" breakfast it's never as tastless as I imagined. Healthy=fiber.
Without fiber a man can feel like a pregnant woman. All people want is protein with salt. It's the salt that tickles our tongue. Unsalted meat is boring, but society has built up an enormous tolerance for salt. It's a way of life.
How to change?
Have a great day!
Eric
Why is it so hard to eat a green apple and a bowl of Flax Oatmeal?
Once I get the ball rolling on a "healthy" breakfast it's never as tastless as I imagined. Healthy=fiber.
Without fiber a man can feel like a pregnant woman. All people want is protein with salt. It's the salt that tickles our tongue. Unsalted meat is boring, but society has built up an enormous tolerance for salt. It's a way of life.
How to change?
Have a great day!
Eric
Wata botta/addiction = reality - November 12, 2006
Everyday humans develop their unforseen addictions. Addiction is like a finger print of suggestions. Any item you use is like a fingerprint. It has a unique identity that is using the same system as every other thing in world. The system is our peception of reality through our senses and then the vast translations into personal meaning. An object means to us what we perceive it to mean. Although all of an objects characteristics are non variable.
For example, drinking water. Drinking Water is easy to decribe in appearance. But to describe the taste can be a bit more challenging but is now becoming an talent of modern man. With over 20 brands of bottled water to buy, a water drinker knows the flavors he likes,
he can taste the extra calcium or mysterious flavor from that brands plastic container.
After drinking bottle water more and more, I can taste the perfumed tap water with bigger taste buds. I think brooklyn water might have sugar in it or an artificial sweetener, it tastes good. But, is water supposed to taste good? The cleaning of water is no easy task, when 4 million flush their toilets after their first cup of dunkin donuts coffee, I'm sure willie wonka turns on the back up generators.
Have a great day!
Eric
For example, drinking water. Drinking Water is easy to decribe in appearance. But to describe the taste can be a bit more challenging but is now becoming an talent of modern man. With over 20 brands of bottled water to buy, a water drinker knows the flavors he likes,
he can taste the extra calcium or mysterious flavor from that brands plastic container.
After drinking bottle water more and more, I can taste the perfumed tap water with bigger taste buds. I think brooklyn water might have sugar in it or an artificial sweetener, it tastes good. But, is water supposed to taste good? The cleaning of water is no easy task, when 4 million flush their toilets after their first cup of dunkin donuts coffee, I'm sure willie wonka turns on the back up generators.
Have a great day!
Eric
Babies Can Walk - October 20, 2006
Yesterday, I thought I was living in a movie!
Around 3pm I was going for a slice of pizza, when out walked a one minute old baby, the baby was born in the pizza shop after the mother at a slice of eggplant sausage. With the umbilical and placenta still attached the baby raced out, hailed a cab headed south.
I couldn't believe my eyes so I chased after the baby, but he/she was to quick. I yelled to the newbie where you going? I got no response so I too hailed a cab and followed the baby to a desolate warehouse under the verrazano bridge, I had the cab driver let me out a few blocksbehind them. From about 50 yards away
Both the cab driver and the baby get out of the cab an quickly enter the building.
Very sneakely I approach the cab, hoping to see gain a bit more knowledge about the situation.
Looking through the back door window, I see a bit of the placenta under the floor mat, it seem the baby took care of that him self, it also seems like he ate some chinese food, there was a half eatin egg roll and a plastic knife next to the seat belt. I think the cabby gave he/she an egg roll because there was a styrofoam container of half eatin garlic chicken in the front seat. I could smell the situation right through the glass.
Suddenly my cell phone rings, it's tony from Pizza time restaurant, he say the mother thinks the baby is trying to visit the place where he was concieved, she said everytime she and her boy friend were going to Staten Island she got a weird feeling in her stomach. She also said that her baby was concieved in a warehouse near there on Friday the 13th with a full moon.
Boo be continued......
Around 3pm I was going for a slice of pizza, when out walked a one minute old baby, the baby was born in the pizza shop after the mother at a slice of eggplant sausage. With the umbilical and placenta still attached the baby raced out, hailed a cab headed south.
I couldn't believe my eyes so I chased after the baby, but he/she was to quick. I yelled to the newbie where you going? I got no response so I too hailed a cab and followed the baby to a desolate warehouse under the verrazano bridge, I had the cab driver let me out a few blocksbehind them. From about 50 yards away
Both the cab driver and the baby get out of the cab an quickly enter the building.
Very sneakely I approach the cab, hoping to see gain a bit more knowledge about the situation.
Looking through the back door window, I see a bit of the placenta under the floor mat, it seem the baby took care of that him self, it also seems like he ate some chinese food, there was a half eatin egg roll and a plastic knife next to the seat belt. I think the cabby gave he/she an egg roll because there was a styrofoam container of half eatin garlic chicken in the front seat. I could smell the situation right through the glass.
Suddenly my cell phone rings, it's tony from Pizza time restaurant, he say the mother thinks the baby is trying to visit the place where he was concieved, she said everytime she and her boy friend were going to Staten Island she got a weird feeling in her stomach. She also said that her baby was concieved in a warehouse near there on Friday the 13th with a full moon.
Boo be continued......
Lottery fun - August 18, 2006
Around 11:30 am on August 16, 2006, I rode as a passenger next to novice driver Greg "low fuel" Briggler. The previous two days were action packed full of gambling and Monkees songs. We were returning from Mohegan Sun Casino where we performed with the Davy Jones Band. Can you say PARTY! By 2am on the second night Davy and I were sharing a ceiling fan while greg was flicking the switch, it looked like a scene out of Gremlins.
So with those childish memories of being swung by my arms still running through my head, I left Briggler at National Car Rental to swipe his plastic. The day was glorious!
National Car Rental was located in Union Square, which leaves plenty of room for desension in Manhattan. So I walked slowly like a drip of real maple syrup down to Washington Square park.
I repeat, it was a gloriously sunny, breezy and hot day. There were tons of beautiful women
in transit, the fountain was shooting straight up in the sky, regular schwag (marijuana) dealers were hanging near a little hot dog cart and joe shmoe was playing his acoustic guitar. Then suddenly the wind shifted and the tall stream of water created a fictious rain storm on my side of the fountain. I thought it would be brief shower but it persisted so I resisted then twisted to get up and find a new place for my ass to tell secrets.
After drying my Ipod off I turned it back on and put in some Jackson Five. My new seating area was much further from the water and directly in the sun. So I peeled off my semi-wet shirt, exposing my tattoo of Elvis for the whole world to see.
When I was getting ready to leave the Mohegan sun earlier that morning I realized that I had only packed 5 socks, so rather than to reuse, I left with on sock on. It felt fine,
I thought it would be akward but didn't even feel unsatisfying. But after getting rained on I decided to get semi-nude and when I was removing my shoes, I looked up a very pretty girl was watching and laughing. I smiled at her and she walked over and gave me a foot massage. The last sentence is a lie.
The sun was making my stomach rumble, I was beginning to need something to follow the breakfast burrito I ate a McDonalds. So I put on my dancing shoes, tossed my sock in the trash, put my Ipod into my backpack and the quest for a fine lunch began......
Being in the sun is work, it's kind of rare these days to get some sun, but when it happens it's like putting a gold fish you won at the fair back into the wild! Get it! Get it! Get it!
So it's my birthday...and I'm in need of a birthday lunch, it's on me, put it on my tab, table for one please. After about an hour of aimless wandering through the village and Soho,
I peaked into a Thai/Fillipino fusion restaurant, it was dead and I reluctantly entered, but the bartender caught my eye and it was that akward "hope you're coming in to eat look". I usually never go into a place unless there is some buisness there, it's not a fail safe method for satisfaction but I'm thinking fresh produce. The other option is to draw a string and hope it's long.
I entered the empty restaurant, which had the good smell in the air, The good Duke Ellington was on the stereo and the good Singha Beer on the menu.
It was a very pleasant and serene environment!
It was about 2:30 I had just finished the tangyest, mouth watering, not to sweet/not to salty chicken in a clay pot lunch ever! I was totally satisfied and felt lucky to have a good lunch on my Birthday.
When I first entered the restaurant, I was a bit depressed, it was probably the low after the high from the previous night and the stressful drive in from Connecticut. I remember feeling depressed cause if i would have been a waitess and saw this dude eating his birthday lunch by himself I would of been sad. The thing is those spiritual implications are harder to read than a dogs bark.
After the waitress brought my change back, I still had a about five sips of beer left so I savored them. Around the 3 sip....I hear from around the corner, "I can't believe I'm working on my birthday"
The whole morning I was hoping for something like that would happen. I was wandering through Manhattan trying to have a story book day and it happened.
So, I turned the corner and said "it's my birthday too" and then the waitress...came over and said "it's my birthday too".
So now all three of us our laughing and showing our drivers licenses to each other. It was just amazing, two minutes later were eating a Hagendaz Ice Cream Cake that their boss had delivered for their coicidental birthdays!
To sum it up...three people with the same birthday meet on their birthday....The horrible part is I can't remember the name of the restaurant/street or the Bartender but I think the Waitress was Rachel.
Have a great Day!
Eric
So with those childish memories of being swung by my arms still running through my head, I left Briggler at National Car Rental to swipe his plastic. The day was glorious!
National Car Rental was located in Union Square, which leaves plenty of room for desension in Manhattan. So I walked slowly like a drip of real maple syrup down to Washington Square park.
I repeat, it was a gloriously sunny, breezy and hot day. There were tons of beautiful women
in transit, the fountain was shooting straight up in the sky, regular schwag (marijuana) dealers were hanging near a little hot dog cart and joe shmoe was playing his acoustic guitar. Then suddenly the wind shifted and the tall stream of water created a fictious rain storm on my side of the fountain. I thought it would be brief shower but it persisted so I resisted then twisted to get up and find a new place for my ass to tell secrets.
After drying my Ipod off I turned it back on and put in some Jackson Five. My new seating area was much further from the water and directly in the sun. So I peeled off my semi-wet shirt, exposing my tattoo of Elvis for the whole world to see.
When I was getting ready to leave the Mohegan sun earlier that morning I realized that I had only packed 5 socks, so rather than to reuse, I left with on sock on. It felt fine,
I thought it would be akward but didn't even feel unsatisfying. But after getting rained on I decided to get semi-nude and when I was removing my shoes, I looked up a very pretty girl was watching and laughing. I smiled at her and she walked over and gave me a foot massage. The last sentence is a lie.
The sun was making my stomach rumble, I was beginning to need something to follow the breakfast burrito I ate a McDonalds. So I put on my dancing shoes, tossed my sock in the trash, put my Ipod into my backpack and the quest for a fine lunch began......
Being in the sun is work, it's kind of rare these days to get some sun, but when it happens it's like putting a gold fish you won at the fair back into the wild! Get it! Get it! Get it!
So it's my birthday...and I'm in need of a birthday lunch, it's on me, put it on my tab, table for one please. After about an hour of aimless wandering through the village and Soho,
I peaked into a Thai/Fillipino fusion restaurant, it was dead and I reluctantly entered, but the bartender caught my eye and it was that akward "hope you're coming in to eat look". I usually never go into a place unless there is some buisness there, it's not a fail safe method for satisfaction but I'm thinking fresh produce. The other option is to draw a string and hope it's long.
I entered the empty restaurant, which had the good smell in the air, The good Duke Ellington was on the stereo and the good Singha Beer on the menu.
It was a very pleasant and serene environment!
It was about 2:30 I had just finished the tangyest, mouth watering, not to sweet/not to salty chicken in a clay pot lunch ever! I was totally satisfied and felt lucky to have a good lunch on my Birthday.
When I first entered the restaurant, I was a bit depressed, it was probably the low after the high from the previous night and the stressful drive in from Connecticut. I remember feeling depressed cause if i would have been a waitess and saw this dude eating his birthday lunch by himself I would of been sad. The thing is those spiritual implications are harder to read than a dogs bark.
After the waitress brought my change back, I still had a about five sips of beer left so I savored them. Around the 3 sip....I hear from around the corner, "I can't believe I'm working on my birthday"
The whole morning I was hoping for something like that would happen. I was wandering through Manhattan trying to have a story book day and it happened.
So, I turned the corner and said "it's my birthday too" and then the waitress...came over and said "it's my birthday too".
So now all three of us our laughing and showing our drivers licenses to each other. It was just amazing, two minutes later were eating a Hagendaz Ice Cream Cake that their boss had delivered for their coicidental birthdays!
To sum it up...three people with the same birthday meet on their birthday....The horrible part is I can't remember the name of the restaurant/street or the Bartender but I think the Waitress was Rachel.
Have a great Day!
Eric