def a sick fuck
but fascinating nonetheless...i'd be fun to have his clout just for a day out here in vegas.
have every door opened for you and people whispering about your clout
eh, I missed the bulk of them by a generation. a ton in my grandfather's group and a lot my pops age, but he generall steered clear of them. my friends' fathers wee bookies and whatnot, all spending most of their time at the St. Mary's Feast Society social club, but that was all pretty small time compared to cats like this.
the book i read about him, donnie brasco, made it seem like dude had hellua clout on the street.
but everyone, even his fellow boys, was scared to death of him and steered clear.
he was shot and stuffed in a lincoln trunk at the end of the day
Moody nutcase. I dunno, having that many people know and fear me doesn't really excite me much. I'd much rather they didn't fear or know me, then BAM! I sucker punch them in the snot box.