All day I thought the guys in the the helicopter were local cops busting my balls over Lufthansa. They turned out to be narcs. They'd been on me a month. Phone taps, surveillance.

If you're part of a crew nobody
tells you they're going to kill you.
It doesn't happen that way.
There aren't any arguments or
curses like in the movies.
Your murderers come with smiles.
They come as your friends.
People who cared for you all your life.
They always seem to come when you're
weakest and most in need of their help.

what if something happens to my parents can i go see them? we don,t need you karen. i can,t do this. you can do whatever, but if you don,t go i,am out. if having you makes henry a better witness, then yeah. we are his only choice he knows it on the street or in jail he is a dead man.

It was easy for us to disappear.
My house was in my mother-in-law's
name. My cars were registered to my wife.
My Social Security cards and
driver's licenses were phonies.
I never voted or paid taxes.
My birth certificate and arrest sheet
were all that showed I was alive.

Do you see him here in this courtroom?

Will you point him out for the jury?

Let the record show that Mr. Hill
identified the defendant James Conway.

Do you also know a
man named Paul Cicero?

Do you see him in the courtroom?

Can you point him out for the jury?

Let the record show Mr. Hill
identified the defendant Paul Cicero.

Anything I wanted was a phone call away.Free cars. Keys to a dozen
hideouts all over the city.
I'd bet a grand over a weekend then blow the winnings in a week
or go to sharks to pay the bookies.
Didn't matter.It didn't mean anything. When I
was broke I would go rob some more.
We ran everything
We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers.
We paid off judges.
Everybody had their hands out.
Everything was for the taking.

And now it's all over. That's the hardest part.Today everything is different.There's no action.I have to wait around like everyone else. I Can't even get decent food.After I got here I ordered spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles with ketchup.I'm an average nobody.I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

:: BANG BANG BANG BANG ::

Okay so we are at the end of the script.
What do we do now?
Wait i got it i guess we start all over like we been doing for months.
And to think me and the Bklyn kid started it way back here.
Scroll down towards the end of the page.
http://forums.cigaraficionado....6095/m/375101516/p/2
Who would have thought it would go on this long.
Alright enough reminiscing lets keep em coming as Jimmy Conway AKA Jimmy Burke would say.

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

Hey Mom, how do I look? Check out my shoes.

You look like a gangster.....

it was a great time wiseguys were all over the place it was before appliachia before joe gallo started a war. and i got to meet everybody.

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I just read a new book about joey gallo and his brothers, it's called " the mad ones " Its, really good, i recommend it to anyone that has an interest in mob stuff.

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Originally posted by LiLo:
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I just read a new book about joey gallo and his brothers, it's called " the mad ones " Its, really good, i recommend it to anyone that has an interest in mob stuff.

Crazy Joe met him back in 1969 i was a kid 10 years old my uncle Mike knew him and Joe Pepitone. Had lunch with the three of them in little Italy. One of the nicest men i ever met he loved kids. You would have never known he was a killer. I remember i cried when i heard he was dead. R.I.P

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Originally posted by SHEEPSHEAD BAY:

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Originally posted by LiLo:
( tiny bit of a thread jack warning! )

I just read a new book about joey gallo and his brothers, it's called " the mad ones " Its, really good, i recommend it to anyone that has an interest in mob stuff.

Crazy Joe met him back in 1969 i was a kid 10 years old my uncle Mike knew him and Joe Pepitone. Had lunch with the three of them in little Italy. One of the nicest men i ever met he loved kids. You would have never known he was a killer. I remember i cried when i heard he was dead. R.I.P

No sh*t? Wow, that's awesome. You should get the book, it's really good. It's not written like most mob books. it's got like a jack kerouac feel to it.

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No sh*t? Wow, that's awesome. You should get the book, it's really good. It's not written like most mob books. it's got like a jack kerouac feel to it.

Honest ingine no kidding. Thanks for the book suggestion i will get it next trip to the mall.

Back to the regular scheduled programing


I was the luckiest kid in the world. I could go anywhere, do anything. I knew everybody, and everybody knew me. Wiseguys would pull up and Tuddy would let me park their Cadillacs. Here I am, this little kid, I can't even see over the steering wheel and I'm parking Cadillacs!

it wasn't too long before my parents changed their
minds about my job at the cabstand.
For them, it was supposed to be a
part-time job. But for me it was definitely full time.
That's all I wanted to do.
People like my father could never
understand, but I was part of something.
I belonged. I was
treated like a grown-up.

My father was always pissed off. Pissed that he made such lousy money, that my brother was in a wheelchair. He was pissed that seven of us lived in such a tiny house.

Tell me about this... A letter from school. It says you haven't been there in months!You're a bum! you Want to grow up to be a bum?!

After a while, he was mostly pissed because I hung around the cabstand. He knew what went on there. and Every once in a while I'd have to take a beating. But by then, I didn't care. The way I saw it...everybody takes a beating sometime.

hey sheepshead funny you should mention joe pepitone, because from what i heard he used to live in the same part of brooklyn as me. in gravesend now go get your shinebox

Haha, goodfellas was on amc again tonight. Even though i have the dvd i suffered through all the commercials. I can't help but watch it everytime i see it on!!