Mickey Z
Cool Observer
Saturday, March 11, 2006
A free meal at the bar with our paisans
Bada bing...it’s Storytelling Saturday
Once upon a friggin’ time...
Bobby C. and I were best friends during the seventh and eighth grades. His dad was hooked up with the Mob and owned a restaurant in our old neighborhood. Every so often, me and Bobby would stroll in for a free meal at the bar with our paisans. Plenty of ’em knew my father was a federal agent…but no one cared. For an hour or so, two long-haired juvenile delinquents were big shots…being treated like royalty and loving it. Plus, in my pre-vegan days, I must admit that I did enjoy the food.
Post your story in the comments section...and I ain’t asking twice.
P.S. I chose the anecdote above in anticipation of the return of The Sopranos tomorrow night.
So...what’s your Mafia name?
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