Sunday, June 10, 2007

Long Live Tony Soprano

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 I did enjoy the food.)

Post your story in the comments section...and I ain’t asking twice.

P.S. Today marks five years since the death of John Gotti.

I’ve re-run the anecdote above in honor of The Sopranos finale tonight.

(So...what’s your Mafia name?)

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