The dad of my best friend growing up was the collection guy for the mob. Great guy and tons of fun as a kid to grow up around him. Completely insane now that I'm an adult and have kids. He slept wither his kids girlfriends, shot magnums in basement, threw guys threw plate glass windows, had garbage bags of pot pot around the house, stole trucks all the time...crazy stuff. As he got older he approached me and wanted to write a book but I'm not a writer but I know he had stories that would blow me away.
His sons girlfriends?Thats terrible. Everything else I approve of.
Ya, his son probably 17 at the time hit him with a wrench in the side of the head.My dad told me this story years later...he sees my dad jogging one day and says "hey Fred, want to go for a run on Saturday?" Dad says sure. Saturday morning comes...Dad stops by the house, Don is ready to go, gives his wife a kiss and they start jogging around the block. Suddenly he stops and tells my dad "I'm going to go F?&$ this broad, come by in about 30 minutes and pick me up."
Another time he hears of a low level mobster close by that stole a rug truck. He goes to the guys house and steals the truck from him. I'm about 13 at the time and I ask him if he's scared or if the guy will come after him. And he says "what's he gonna do? Call the cops?" He was the f'n man.