Somehow the word had gotten back to the investigating agent that my father and Uncle Eddie had been involved. Several federal agents were knocking at the door, then pounding, then breaking it down.
He tied the belt of his trench coat around my waist ad e and Uncle Eddie went down the fire escape into the night. I was now five years old, I never saw my father again and I would not see my mother till I was eight years old. My father was deported to Italy where e was born and Uncle Eddie would spend the next few years on the run.
One day, he took me into Brooklyn to see the film Pinocchio, on the way back from the show, my Uncle Eddie saw this guy in front of Shermmackers Bar on Myrtle Ave. The guy had been the man who ratted on my father and Uncle Eddie.
He put me on the hood of a Buick, turned and shot the guy four times in the stomach-since a gut shot is the most painful and takes longer to kill you. My Cat— Champ I saw a cat that been ripped apart by a dog. He was half dead in the alley behind my apartment.
My father and Uncle Eddie tried to help him but he would hiss and scratch at them. I went out with mild and wet clothes and, for some reason, he let me touch him and get him fixed up as much as a five year old could. I begged my father to let me keep him.
No one could touch Champ but me- he would maul anyone who came near him. I was whisked away from a loving , but horribly confusing environment when guns and drugs and fear were the coin of the realm to a suburban paradise where there was a loving, but consistent presence in the form of my Aunt Fay and a male dominant figure, not an overgrown child who still needed a best friend to validate his manhood.
My Uncle Frank was a hard working, honest man. Maybe not the most romantic figure, but a guy who, if he had to, would die for his family. Even at age six years old, I considered him a square. His idea of right and wrong I saw as antiquated and foolish. How many times I have regretted the way I felt I can not tell you. He reached out to me so many times and I was not there. My Aunt Fay was the matriarch of our extended family, she was always the one to host Christmas, Thanksgiving, etc.
She was everything an Italian other was supposed to be. She was furiously protective of me and my cousin Madeline. Madeline was only born because I was, my Aunt Fay had never wanted children, but when she saw me in the hospital she decided to have one too. Madeline was born ten months later. Figure the math. Unfortunately, my Aunt Fay thought Maddy looked like a baby rat and so she would put a blanket over her face when she took her our in the carriage.
Later Maddy would be a model and one of the most beautiful women I could hope to see. When Madeline was a teenager she would complain to my aunt jokingly that any deformity she had was due to this smothering of the blanket. The Reach Of The Mob This is not chronological at all, but, it does prove a point—years after y father was deported and Uncle Eddie was dead, this was in the early seventies, I was running an after hours club.
It was called The U. They had hired a hooker to service the birthday boy. I went upstairs to check on things— there was a full bar, about three ounces of coke and quite a crow. All of them wiseguys. After they brought out the coke, etc. He seemed surprisingly shy about taking his clothes off, but his friends stripped him down When they took off his shirt there was really a drastic change in the mood.
I noticed a six by three inch rectangle of shaven hair from his chest. He was an especially hairy guy-hair on his back, neck, etc.
Two of the guys sent me downstairs and told me to stay at the door. When guys like that tell you to leave it is hazardous to your health not to do so immediately. I mulled the situation over and realized the shaved chest could only mean that this guy had been wired recently. It was obvious that some law enforcement agency had planted a buy on him to record conversations with his colleagues. About a half hour later two guys walked him down with a Burberry raincoat thrown over his shoulders.
There was spots of blood seeping through the material. He handed me five hundred dollars, I should not even write about this now, since there is now statue of limitations on murder. It had been a good thirty years since my dad had been deported and I was using the name Rockets Redglare , how did these guys know?
Obviously information is the greatest asset in any business. The U. Club was perhaps the most decadent place on the face of the earth. There were mobsters and bank robbers who got blowjobs from transvestites in the bathrooms. A woman who managed a city convention in the morning who blew me in the upstairs lounge four hours before she went to put on her gown. John Belushi freebasing for three days straight and then something down the stairs laughing the entire time.
We had a mother and daughter from Connecticut who liked to fuck the same men and pull trains. It was always one a. My cousin Madeline and I had bonded and were inseparable.
She used to make on exception in her straight arrow approach to life, my Uncle Eddie. Now I would be with my mom again, but I was also wary.
She immediately rented an apartment for she and myself. In two years she would own her first beauty parlor, we lived in Brooklyn, she worked constantly and prospered. I won the General Excellence medal at graduation from the fourth grade. This meant I he best overall average of any of the lower school grades four through eight.
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