delusions of mobster
I should probably mark this day in my journal. Today my friend Keith bought a nice Italian restaurant in town called Vincenzo's. He has worked there for a long time. He knows and is respected and well liked by all the regulars. The mayor frequents the restaurant as well as other lovelies. I beleive when my time in crime comes to the height of it's operation I will feast there every sunday with my enormous family. It's just dark enough and just Italian enough to fit into every gangster mob movie from the Godfather to Goodfellas. I hope he does well, he got a pretty good deal on it, it was hard for him to pass it up. Maybe i'll run up a hudge tab there and pay it off with a hit. maybe i shouldn't write stuff like that on here. Maybe if you rat me out i'll put a hit out on you. You don't want to find your best friend all bruised up and crying on the floor cause you read my livejournal do you! do you punk!