GOING OUT ON A LIMB...LITERALLY

Tony Walker
I'm already looking towards next summer.
No this isn't a "I hate winter" bitch and moan session.
I have good reason to look towards next summer.

With Social Security paying me next to nothing then cutting my pay this past June (I am making less than nothing now!) and my discrimination lawsuit against Verizon moving at a slow pace, I need money now. I need to focus on my new career of performing. I need to move forward.
So I've come up with a business idea that may be the answer to my financial problems, which then means it may fix some marriage issues.

HE SAID....

Tony Walker

Brace yourselves.... my He Said post for this week is not sexual! I know that's hard to believe coming from me. Sorry.

One thing I've seen many of you sexy ladies complain about at The Lounge is that your man does not help you enough around the house. Well if you ladies are anything like my wife I may know why.
First a little history.... from the moment my wife moved into my house I helped with household chores. Since life is all about sex, I was always looking for ways to score points. What better way to score right?
Fast forward a few years to when I started my cancer fun. I was laid up for 3 years so my wife had to do EVERYTHING in the house. Once I was back on my feet, or in my case foot, I did not help with the chores right away. We both became accustomed to my wife doing everything. It wasn't a conscious decision for me not to help, it was just what I was used to after 3 years. My wife was used to it too. It took her awhile to realize that things did not have to be this way anymore.

So a few years ago she came to see & said she wants me to help like used to. No argument here. There is no reason why I can't help. So I immediately did.

FISHNETS, JOBS, CANCER, MY WIFE and TAXES

Tony Walker

There's one topic I've been avoiding here at the Lounge. I've been avoiding it because it's not an easy thing to discuss. I'm the funny guy... the comedy guy.... I can't talk about serious, painful shit. But today something happened and I need to bitch.... I need to bitch real bad. I need to bitch about my cancer and my amputation.

I love reading other survivors' stories and sending them love and support. I make sure I send love and support to the families who lost a loved one to cancer. My super duper business partner lost her mother after a long cancer battle and I think about that a lot. I love talking to other people who have recently lost their leg and telling them they're going to get through it. But when it comes to my own story I get mad as I revisit the darkest time of my life. So obviously I am going to make this long story as short as I can. Just enough to justify my bitching fit.

In 2002 I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, a bone cancer. The tumor was wrapped around the outside of my femur. In October of 2002 (Halloween week to be exact) I entered NYU for my first round of chemo. Every time I went there I had to stay there and get chemo drugs pumped into me for 5 days straight. I missed Halloween with my kids. My daughter was 3 and my son was a month away from turning 2. Just a few months prior we discovered our daughter was autistic so we our lives were crazy already. I did the chemo for 8 months. I lost all my hair, most of which never came back, and I lost 75 pounds, all of that came back unfortunately.... plus a little more!