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Good morning, another beautiful day here in Cranford, New Jersey. As I get off my blog last night I remembered things that I have to say. I got to start jotting them down.

This weekend there was all these kids with weird costumes on. I mean, coming in on the train, walking down the street and I thought – I asked two people and I thought they said, “Comic convention.” But it was comic book convention. I thought these guys are comics. There are a lot of strange kids who collect comic books, who dress up as characters. They weren’t even characters from a comic book, maybe they want to be a comic book character. I don’t know but I never seen this before and they are very strange.

All right, this week is going to be – I’ll have to use the word “spectacular”. Wednesday night, I have to be a judge at a karaoke club. I’m going to give that address tonight. There’s like three crazy events from new tequila companies coming out with their new tequilas supposed to be something sensational. And there’s a dance contest and a lot of things that are people are calling me. This Portraits of New York is working well. I’m getting invited to a lot of places. I just need them to start paying.

Something I want to do this week – I want to leave maybe two or three great recipes. Remember, my mother a Terracino, my father is a Terracina and one family has 16 brothers and sisters one has 12. My mother is an unbelievable cook and she has unbelievable recipes. My father’s brother had a TV show on a cooking show network called Keith Famie’s Adventures in Cooking. He owns a bunch of restaurants. He was on the television show Survivor Australian Outback. And I have a lot of friends beside me owning their restaurant in Key West back 20 years ago. I have some special recipes I want to share with everyone, maybe three a week. They’re going to be simple, cheap and spectacular.

For some reason I’m revved up today. I don’t really know what it is. I didn’t drink my double espresso yet this morning but I think I’m going to have a cigar with my double espresso, ready for a rip roaring day of photos on the street.

The only problem I have is this paranoia thing. My passion for getting up close is really getting me in some trouble. They’re stopping saying, “What the fuck is going on?” I feel as though I’m going to pick the wrong person. Even though my judgment of character is off the chart, I feel as though I might slip. There’s a lot of manic depressive people walking around New York City and can’t release this depression. They got to switch it to anger.