Pete Limpelli’s Bullish Market Markers.

Alcohol: First off, Alcohol is recession proof. Every fuggin’ Joe, no matter how bad off he is, has dough for booze. Buy big, go with your major distillers, and cheap beer companies. Miller, Milwaukee Brewing, those types. Minchia. Also, stash at least three or four cases of some top shelf stuff. Be prepared ( Read more... )

            Replying to a series of unanswerable questions, Pete Limpelli proffered a sconce of concern.

“Minchia,” he said, “I wish I knew the answer.”

A single incandescent bulb shrouded in a dented tin shade blazed a cold yellow cone over his wrinkled face, casting impenetrable shadows on the floor. There was a table. A ( Read more... )

 
Queens Mafia Hangout Feeling Recession

WOODSIDE

The Winged Tip Shoe is feeling the sag of the economy. “It’s a [nightmare],” Pete Limpelli, owner and operator said Thursday. “Minchia, these prices,” Limpelli trialed off as he pulled the wood handled level of the giant Elektra Espresso machine behind the bar.

The Jules ( Read more... )

        As promised, Comparetto delivered a Pete Limpelli scene complete with sadness. He sent it via fax machine, handwritten in a scrawled script, from the pages of what looked to be a marbled composition book. I transcribed it, painstakingly, into Times New Roman twelve point font.

Pete Limpelli endured a love hate relationship with ( Read more... )

A Promise to Deliver Some Limpelli.

“Yeah,” he said “I’ve heard of it. They’re doing some interesting stuff.” Comparetto then chuckled at himself. “There I go,” he said, “Using grad school clichés again.”

He went on: “Yeah, I dig the sadness museum - the way they have a collective of artifacts, and really emphasize how much ( Read more... )

Comparetto Comes Back from the Bathroom, and Speaks of his Leavings.

“Sorry about that,” he said. “It was a really long piss.”

I told him no shit, that was a long piss. He told me he was having prostate issues.

“At such a young age?” I said.

He said yeah, and steered the conversation to some of his ( Read more... )

 
THE HYPER-REAL, AND PLATONIC NOTIONS CONFLATED WITH GLIB NEOLOGISMS.

He threw me a bone over the phone.

“Yeah,” he said. “Ed Groat is real - I mean the name isn’t real, but he is almost seamlessly based on a real person.”

“What’s the real person’s name,” I asked.

He told me he couldn’t tell me that. ( Read more... )

 
            Bill Badalamente knurled through the reams of paper slips, receipts, notes, the yellow legal pads with lists of encrypted names and dates - locations. His olive toned fingers delicately turning each artifact over to the other side of the manila folder. A pencil in the breast pocket of his plaid longsleeve buttondown, his mouth curled ( Read more... )

            A rare photo uncovered from an FBI trash search of the Winged Tip Shoe.


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Missed Cues, Sepia Views, and Quiche, Pete Limpelli Enters the Fray

Pete Limpelli stabbed a quiche with a toothpick he found in a shot glass by the cheese platter. Walter had asked Pete the vile and obsequious question: “What do you do,” to which Pete quickly replied: “I’m in the shoe business.” Walter gazed at Pete in a simpering, ( Read more... )