As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a podcaster.

For me to live any other way was nuts.

To me, those goody good people who work shitty jobs for bum paychecks

and took the subway to work every day and worried about their bills were dead.

I mean, they were suckers.

They had no balls.

If I wanted something, I just tuck it. I ran everything. I paid the bills. I paid the hosts. I even paid the masked maniac. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. We always called each other good fellas. You would always hear from somebody. You're going to like Don Tony. He's all right. He's a good fella. He's one of us. But if you're part of my crew, nobody ever tells you they're going to get rid of you. Doesn't happen that way. There weren't any arguments or curses like in the movies.

See, your haters come with smiles. They come as your friends, the people who've claimed they

care the most for your life. And now, now that's all over. And that's the best part. Today,

everything is different. There's lots of action. I don't have to wait around for everything like everyone else. Oh, I didn't get the vaccine. Fuck you, vaccine me. Oh, your delivery guy has COVID? Fuck you, feed me. Right after I moved here, I ordered egg noodles and ketchup, and I got spaghetti with meat

sauce.

I'm no longer an average nobody, while they get to live the rest of their lives like a bunch

of schnucks.

Every Thursday night, you ask the questions.

D.T. gives you his answers.

No holds barred.

It's Q&A with Don Tony.

This is your chance to speak your mind and be heard about anything.

Q&A with Don Tony.

And now, your host, Don Tony.

Don Tony.

Don Tony.

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