Holy fuck I cannot believe this. Oh hell, wtf I guess I can. After all this is the life and times of Tanya Tarantino, the REAL pulp fiction writer who has lived a hell of a lot more than fiction. The funny and ironic thing is that I was looking at one of my famous brother's websites, who claims that he actually "detests drugs and violence," which makes me think he'd sure as hell detest ME, haha, just like the rest of the Tarantinos, (there loss even if I am a junkie) In spite of my flaws, I'm a damned special person with a heart of gold, though they'll never know. There was this fan of mine from my old Crystal Meth Slammers Group that lives in Spain. She was saying that yes, she agrees my stories are much better when I'm loaded, BUT as she also pointed out it takes sobriety to do the footwork of marketing. She thinks I should market in Europe because my brother is well known there and his work appreciated.
Aimee said, fuck it, market the fact I'm his sister, and send them exerpts of my stuff and the other lady in Spain agrees. Since Q doesn't even like or dislike me, merely an attitude of indifference, what would I have to lose? Certainly no love lost, besides, it's not about getting back at him, it's more about getting my ass known and published as a talented writer. Q has had to get his drug research and info from friends of friends of junkies and I on the other hand can tell all kinds of shit first hand that's fascinating, and not just the drugs, the doper lifestyle, the recovery, and now the relapse. I will admit to the fact that since I was shunned outright by all the blood relatives on Tony's side (except for my brother's mother) I thought to myself, "You know what? To have just one damn good peice of work of mine published and well known, I do have dark thoughts of that being the best, biggest, and most ironic "fuck you" to all of them without ever speaking an ill word publicly about any of them. Success, as far as I'm concerned is the best revenge.
I know it's pointless and useless to hold grudges against anybody, but the thought of making it anyway in spite of what they think of me makes me grin. I have lots of other stories too. The fact that my entire life the man that was 1/2 responsible for my existence was nothing but a young, handsome, mysterious, dark haired man in a photograph. Mom had met Tony as a beautiful, aspiring stage actress while attending The Pasadena Playhouse. Tony was this older stud that hung around the restaurante Tops, always having a ring of foxy babes around him. As he explained it to me when I finally met him at age 32, "Your Mom came in through the back door with her friends. I'd never been with a natural redhead before. She was top heavy, a natual D, so I invited her over to the table."
I guess he chased only Mom, he was so intent on having her. They dated, had gone out for about 6 months in the year 1963. He told her he was divorced and was free to marry her. Mom found out later he flat out lied because one day after he date raped her, she was a virgin, got pregnant with me so married him. He wouldn't work. She wanted to leave because he was a bad husband, his parents did a piss poor job of raising him. In the Tarantino clan, all a man had to do was fuck and fight. Women and wives went to work, raised children, and were doormats. Mom was NOT even remotely that kind of woman, so when she got a call from Tony's mom saying Tony's first wife called to say she had a son, Mom filed for annulment and got one. I saw the papers myself, that that marriage had been rendered null and void Feb 18, 1965 for bigomy. Their marriage wasn't legal, but she had to get proof from the state of Tennessee where he had married my brother's mom.
I was raised an only child, but growing up, knew I had somewhere a half brother that I was always curious about, but would most likely never find out who he was. I figured his mother would remarry just like my own Mom did and give her son his stepfather's name, just like Mom did me. I was right. Well, after that drama, some attorney from Arizona called my Grandparents looking for Tony. It was 1969, he was 28 and had gotten a 17 year old girl pregnant. Again, growing up, I wondered did I have another half brother? Or a sister? I had hoped her mom hadn't aborted her. It turns out that my sister's mom was sent to live with relatives in Arizona, where my sister was given up for adoption. Then around the year 1972 or so, my Grandparents and Mom got a call from the FBI wanting to know if she knew his whereabouts.
When she asked them what he'd done, they wouldn't say. That whole scene was a mystery to me, although looking through my Grandma's cedar chest once when I was 15, finding all sorts of legal documents about my birth father, I came across one that said he'd served at West Point Academy and had been discharged for "reasons other than honorable." I grinned at the time. Good old Pops, whoever he was, was a bad boy rebel. I guess that's where I got that trait from. When I asked Mom why Tony was kicked out of the military, she said it had been for screwing the captain's wife. WHOA! Son of a bitch, this guy can't keep his snake in his pants! I laughed, but again wondered more about this guy. Was he the reason I had these dark, rebellious attitudes and nature about me? I didn't look anything like Mom's side, perfect Anglo beauty and breeding.
In 1995 when I asked Tony about the FBI, he'd said he had been wanted for robbing armoured trucks. "Holy fuck! no shit?," I exclaimed. "I hope you don't think anything less of me. I didn't want to tell you, but..." "Ah hell Tony, don't worry about it. I'm glad you have a checkered past, otherwise I doubt you could understand mine," I said. I thought perhaps he'd be less likely to judge me when he asked difficult questions about choices I'd made in life, as I'd asked about his. His mom and sister got a good lawyer, the lawyer got him a good deal, that if he turned himself in to the Feds voluntarily, and because he'd married wife number 3 who had my other brother Ed while he was in prison, he'd only had to serve 2 years. That was the reason he'd married his 3rd wife. She was pregnant with a baby on the way, they were more lenient giving him less time. The 4th wife he married has been goin on about 15 years I guess.
They have no kids, but she cooks, cleans, supports him. He divorced my brother's mom, but my kid brother the one I did meet back in 95, was born 10 years and one day sooner to my B day. That was a trip. Tony had this tall, thin, blond boy, 10 yrs younger than me, introduced us and as I gapped, I whispered, "My brother?..." "Yeah, I guess so," he said shyly and gave each other a shy hug. I had been wanting to find them my entire life and it became a reality because of the fact that I'd told my friend Amy who was a chiropracter the whole story. She had been kept awake by her baby all night and was looking through Premiere Magazine, July of 1995. There was a picture of Sandra Bullock on the front. Amy called me at work saying, "I want you to sit down. There is a Tony Tarantino claiming in the magazine article to be "the genes behind the genius" of Quentin Tarantino. He talked about wanting to meet his son, saying he had another son and another daugheter from different moms.
I wasn't mentioned and I was a little hurt. "This means that you have 2 half brothers and a half sister honey," said Amy. "Fucking Quentin is my older brother? NO WAY!!!" I raced to the store and bought the magazine, looked at Tony's picture. It was him. I almost screamed. I showed Mom, yep that was Tony, son of a gun. A year earlier someone jokingly told me that Quentin was probably my brother because we shared the same last name and the same peculiar weirdnesses. I laughed. Fuck me a runnin the joke was on me now. I found out where a lot of my mystery traits came from, and it wasn't just me, all 4 of us had some weirdness. Ed and I did meet our sister, she flew us out to Arizona, but Quentin declined saying he was raised an only child and why should he be expected to feel anything for strangers?
I didn't care, I wanted to know who they, Tony, all siblings, blood relatives were even if they were mass murderers because I had a burning curiosity to know the other half of who I was my entire life. His wealth and fame, no doubt had a lot to do with his decision, but ironically I'd never had found Tony or my other 2 siblings had Q NOT been famous, so thankyou Q for not being an unknown like me, haha. There were a whole lot of other details and family history I learned, but my muscles are killing me. Have to stretch my back. I sure as hell hadn't planned to talk about this. I guess my point was the fact I got other interesting life stories besides the druggie one....end of story for now.
Aimee said, fuck it, market the fact I'm his sister, and send them exerpts of my stuff and the other lady in Spain agrees. Since Q doesn't even like or dislike me, merely an attitude of indifference, what would I have to lose? Certainly no love lost, besides, it's not about getting back at him, it's more about getting my ass known and published as a talented writer. Q has had to get his drug research and info from friends of friends of junkies and I on the other hand can tell all kinds of shit first hand that's fascinating, and not just the drugs, the doper lifestyle, the recovery, and now the relapse. I will admit to the fact that since I was shunned outright by all the blood relatives on Tony's side (except for my brother's mother) I thought to myself, "You know what? To have just one damn good peice of work of mine published and well known, I do have dark thoughts of that being the best, biggest, and most ironic "fuck you" to all of them without ever speaking an ill word publicly about any of them. Success, as far as I'm concerned is the best revenge.
I know it's pointless and useless to hold grudges against anybody, but the thought of making it anyway in spite of what they think of me makes me grin. I have lots of other stories too. The fact that my entire life the man that was 1/2 responsible for my existence was nothing but a young, handsome, mysterious, dark haired man in a photograph. Mom had met Tony as a beautiful, aspiring stage actress while attending The Pasadena Playhouse. Tony was this older stud that hung around the restaurante Tops, always having a ring of foxy babes around him. As he explained it to me when I finally met him at age 32, "Your Mom came in through the back door with her friends. I'd never been with a natural redhead before. She was top heavy, a natual D, so I invited her over to the table."
I guess he chased only Mom, he was so intent on having her. They dated, had gone out for about 6 months in the year 1963. He told her he was divorced and was free to marry her. Mom found out later he flat out lied because one day after he date raped her, she was a virgin, got pregnant with me so married him. He wouldn't work. She wanted to leave because he was a bad husband, his parents did a piss poor job of raising him. In the Tarantino clan, all a man had to do was fuck and fight. Women and wives went to work, raised children, and were doormats. Mom was NOT even remotely that kind of woman, so when she got a call from Tony's mom saying Tony's first wife called to say she had a son, Mom filed for annulment and got one. I saw the papers myself, that that marriage had been rendered null and void Feb 18, 1965 for bigomy. Their marriage wasn't legal, but she had to get proof from the state of Tennessee where he had married my brother's mom.
I was raised an only child, but growing up, knew I had somewhere a half brother that I was always curious about, but would most likely never find out who he was. I figured his mother would remarry just like my own Mom did and give her son his stepfather's name, just like Mom did me. I was right. Well, after that drama, some attorney from Arizona called my Grandparents looking for Tony. It was 1969, he was 28 and had gotten a 17 year old girl pregnant. Again, growing up, I wondered did I have another half brother? Or a sister? I had hoped her mom hadn't aborted her. It turns out that my sister's mom was sent to live with relatives in Arizona, where my sister was given up for adoption. Then around the year 1972 or so, my Grandparents and Mom got a call from the FBI wanting to know if she knew his whereabouts.
When she asked them what he'd done, they wouldn't say. That whole scene was a mystery to me, although looking through my Grandma's cedar chest once when I was 15, finding all sorts of legal documents about my birth father, I came across one that said he'd served at West Point Academy and had been discharged for "reasons other than honorable." I grinned at the time. Good old Pops, whoever he was, was a bad boy rebel. I guess that's where I got that trait from. When I asked Mom why Tony was kicked out of the military, she said it had been for screwing the captain's wife. WHOA! Son of a bitch, this guy can't keep his snake in his pants! I laughed, but again wondered more about this guy. Was he the reason I had these dark, rebellious attitudes and nature about me? I didn't look anything like Mom's side, perfect Anglo beauty and breeding.
In 1995 when I asked Tony about the FBI, he'd said he had been wanted for robbing armoured trucks. "Holy fuck! no shit?," I exclaimed. "I hope you don't think anything less of me. I didn't want to tell you, but..." "Ah hell Tony, don't worry about it. I'm glad you have a checkered past, otherwise I doubt you could understand mine," I said. I thought perhaps he'd be less likely to judge me when he asked difficult questions about choices I'd made in life, as I'd asked about his. His mom and sister got a good lawyer, the lawyer got him a good deal, that if he turned himself in to the Feds voluntarily, and because he'd married wife number 3 who had my other brother Ed while he was in prison, he'd only had to serve 2 years. That was the reason he'd married his 3rd wife. She was pregnant with a baby on the way, they were more lenient giving him less time. The 4th wife he married has been goin on about 15 years I guess.
They have no kids, but she cooks, cleans, supports him. He divorced my brother's mom, but my kid brother the one I did meet back in 95, was born 10 years and one day sooner to my B day. That was a trip. Tony had this tall, thin, blond boy, 10 yrs younger than me, introduced us and as I gapped, I whispered, "My brother?..." "Yeah, I guess so," he said shyly and gave each other a shy hug. I had been wanting to find them my entire life and it became a reality because of the fact that I'd told my friend Amy who was a chiropracter the whole story. She had been kept awake by her baby all night and was looking through Premiere Magazine, July of 1995. There was a picture of Sandra Bullock on the front. Amy called me at work saying, "I want you to sit down. There is a Tony Tarantino claiming in the magazine article to be "the genes behind the genius" of Quentin Tarantino. He talked about wanting to meet his son, saying he had another son and another daugheter from different moms.
I wasn't mentioned and I was a little hurt. "This means that you have 2 half brothers and a half sister honey," said Amy. "Fucking Quentin is my older brother? NO WAY!!!" I raced to the store and bought the magazine, looked at Tony's picture. It was him. I almost screamed. I showed Mom, yep that was Tony, son of a gun. A year earlier someone jokingly told me that Quentin was probably my brother because we shared the same last name and the same peculiar weirdnesses. I laughed. Fuck me a runnin the joke was on me now. I found out where a lot of my mystery traits came from, and it wasn't just me, all 4 of us had some weirdness. Ed and I did meet our sister, she flew us out to Arizona, but Quentin declined saying he was raised an only child and why should he be expected to feel anything for strangers?
I didn't care, I wanted to know who they, Tony, all siblings, blood relatives were even if they were mass murderers because I had a burning curiosity to know the other half of who I was my entire life. His wealth and fame, no doubt had a lot to do with his decision, but ironically I'd never had found Tony or my other 2 siblings had Q NOT been famous, so thankyou Q for not being an unknown like me, haha. There were a whole lot of other details and family history I learned, but my muscles are killing me. Have to stretch my back. I sure as hell hadn't planned to talk about this. I guess my point was the fact I got other interesting life stories besides the druggie one....end of story for now.