“Come over here, KJ, I wanna talk to you“, said Vincenzo, motioning me foward with his crooked index finger.
At the time, I was just shooting breeze and breaking Chris’ balls about his new hairstyle. Or the lack thereof, as he had just suffered a number-two lawn-mower job at a barber’s in downtown Little Italy.
“Look, we’ve got a situation over here“, Vincenzo said as soon as I sat across from him at the table.
“Wait, you wanna drink? Why don’t you have a drink first?”
I refused. Continue reading