I prettymuch want to see the world now. My great grandparents came to Little Itlee in 1910 and Ie been kicking it on these MEAN STREETS for my whole life. My friend and mentor though, Phil Capone, tells me the rest of the world is a cruel place and that there are cities with little or no Italians and sometimes the people there are even prejudice against Italians because they envy there geniusticness and masterabilityies aka masterfullness and blastershuness....
Olives, Mellon, Fresh Mozzarell Cheese and um um um Artychoke hearts.And maybe others from Genoa and Napoli and Calabria....oh and I want to meet fresh Polpe Insalata.
My heroes are SYlvester Stallone, Leanardo Davinci and his tattoo shop, Davinci Tattoo. Also Raw Eagle and Dick whisky and Blackzilla....and the New York Yankees...and my great grandparents for coming to America to concquer its English-Irish ass with Italian Power... Oh and Phil Capone for sharing with me what the cruel outside world is like...Did you know people actually pronounce "Manicotti" the way it is spelled when u leave New York? SCARYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY