Discussion about this post

User's avatar
CynthiaW's avatar

Happy Trash Day!

39Fs here, and I need to get D out of bed to walk the neighbor's dog for pay. Supposed to be 75 later.

Expand full comment
Kurt's avatar

Working in Chicago, I've had a few exposures to wiseguys and captains in the mob. I did a job for Vic Faraci, made guy, ran rackets and his brother Tony was the muscle. I'm standing under the awning of a downtown building, snow, sleet, lousy Chicago weather, and this big black Lincoln sled pulls up to the curb, Vic and Tony get out.

It's January, they're wearing the uniform...Brioni shirt with the collar, open 2 buttons down, the gold chain, lamb skin jacket, pleated trousers perfectly tailored, the lamb skin loafer, Pierre Cardin sheer hose... and they're both doing that thing where they hold their hand up just under their neck and do that neck crane/stretch and the shoulder adjustment while they're talking. We go upstairs, I'm doing the gig, and Tony leans in on me close, almost touching, and starts in with the "Whoya talkin' to, working downtown? I mean, no one's heard of yez. Who ya talkin' to?"...with that same neck/shoulder adjustment thing. I felt like looking around for cameras, it was like a Scorsese movie. Tony's spooky, broken nose, busted lip, and huge, but it was so ridiculous, I wasn't scared, just kinda annoyed because he was getting in the way of my work. Vic finally says...loud "TONY...leave 'im alone, he's nobody".... I finish the job, he "forgot" his credit card, asks can I write you a check? Whattaya gonna do? So, yeah, write the check, I knew what was coming...of course it bounced. Last I heard he got about 2 column inches on page 3 of the Trib reporting he was going away for a 7-10 on racketeering.

Did a couple other jobs for captains; the always show up in the big Lincoln, they've got bodyguards, the guards get out first, look around, nod to the guy inside, he gets out. The guards look at you like you're a worm and kinda sneer and look away.

Another job was for the son of a chief. Total little weasel, same car, same type bodyguards, the kids wearing this worsted wool long coat with a mink collar and lapels, huge diamond pinky ring, his girlfriend is a caricature of blonde bimbo, silicone beef up, prancing around...it was ridiculous.

Couple other funny stories, too tired to write them down.

The spookiest was in Enshi, China. I obviously wasn't working for him; I just got to see him. My BIL told me he was the local mob boss. Remind me to tell you about him....I'm going to bed.

Expand full comment
40 more comments...

No posts