The Good Guys
Chapter One
Fuck that no-good motherfucking fucker, Tony," Little Eddie said,
his face turning almost the color of the cherry Danish on his plate.
"I ain't kidding this time. I swear to God, I see that fucking guy
come around here again, I'm gonna fucking rip out his heart and
stuff it down his throat till he's shitting it out. I'm fucking
pissed off."
"Listen to me, kid," Tony Cupcakes said calmly. "You can't hold back
like that. You got something to say, you gotta say it right out
loud. Holding your feelings inside like that, it ain't good for
you."
Everybody laughed, even Little Eddie. This conversation was taking
place on a crisp September afternoon in 1985, inside the Freemont
Avenue Social Club, which naturally was on Elizabeth Street in New
York's Little Italy. The truth is that I grew up in social clubs
just like this one. For made members and associates of our
organization, the social club is the center of the universe. Years
ago the social clubs were very important places in the
neighborhoods. Almost sacred. This was the place people would come
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