Column Chronicles
 
Notes from my diary, in no particular order
 
 
Frank Cotolo
March 27, 2014
 
Nov. 4 - I think the meds are kicking in because my bed feels softer and the babe next to me is smiling before I tip her.
 
April 13 - My stupid bookie called today and said I was not betting enough for him to feed his children, so out of pity I bet on four boxing matches. Later that night I found out I lost all four bets. He called just before I went to bed and said if I didn't have his money by noon tomorrow he was going to break his children's legs.
 
June 8 - I thought a lot about her today and that made me so sad I bought two pints of Scotch Whiskey and drank one before I drove home. An hour later, on Pittfield Avenue, I got a ticket for drunk driving without a car.
 
July 13 - Sometimes life plays tricks on all of us but today life played a trick so cruel that I almost thought about joining the Coast Guard.
 
Jan. 25 - I have to get weaker meds because the ones I am taking are hard to chew.
 
March 7 - I am too hard on myself. I blame myself for so many things that by the end of the day I am depressed. Like today ... It wasn't my fault that my dog Zippy wouldn't respond to my command to stop before he ran wrecklessly into the barbed wire fence I placed around his doghouse.
 
June 6 - I thought a lot about her today and that made me decide to go on a hunger strike. Starting tomorrow I will not eat another thing until she answers my love letters, which I will put in the mail as soon as I find her new address after lunch.
 
May 12 - Today I did a strange thing: I called my mother on the telephone. I actually forgot the number had changed but that wasn't the worse of it because I also forgot that fifteen years ago she died.
 
May 25 - I needed yet another job to make ends meet so I went on an interview to be a radar specialist. The job pays great and has many benefits but as it turned out they wanted to hire someone who knew a lot about radar technology.
 
Aug. 3 - The rent is due again and I have to borrow money from Uncle Sal. I hate to do it but I will ask him for a loan tomorrow. It's not that I dislike asking for help or that he would ever refuse me, it's how he forgives the loan only if I go with him to the airport in the middle of the night and help unload a cargo plane and put heavy boxes into a truck that cousin Angelo keeps in neutral until the truck is full. The last time I did it I hurt my foot.
 
Sept. 31 - Someone told me today that September only has thirty days, so now my diary has inaccurate posts.
 
Feb. 18 - I thought of her a lot today and that made me realize that for every night I yearn for her it costs me at least a hundred twenty-five bucks to get through the night. Last month it cost me even more after a doctor's visit.
 
May 7 - It is spring time and I have been listening to wonderful music, looking at the bright colors of flowers and the deep green of the grass on my front lawn. I gazed into the deep blue sky and I could smell the warm air filling my nostrils as I lay back on my lawn chair free of all woes, with an inner peace that made me one with the universe. I knew this was a genuine state of wellness because I had not shot heroin yet that day.
 
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