Listen now (30 mins) | This was first published in 2019 right after my return from Europe where I saw and did things that meant nothing could ever be the same for me again - Jack. Phil was a stone cold killer. Some of his resume is covered in my unpublished first book, but not all of it. He was still alive when I wrote it. Although he was of Polish and Italian descent, he’d made his bones in the South Bronx working as an enforcer for a woman called Ms. Iris who ran the Puerto Rican mafia and owned a string of topless bars which retailed cocaine all along Rosedale Avenue with the blessings of the NYC police department. He’d told me ten years ago that one day he would kill Richie and now he was back with a mandate from a powerful faction of the Italian mob to do just that…
This is about as close to a real gangster as I've ever been. Except once in a bar in Rhode Island. The guy never let on anything about it. But I could tell he had a certain way about him, very subtle, but very...., well I can't describe it. I just figured he has to be some kind of "boss"
A welcome break from the norm, thank you Jack.
As an aside, have you turned off comments on the new human site for the recent Gurdjieff post, or is it just me unable to comment?
Been trying since it was posted up, but there is no option to comment coming up...
Here is what I see
We put the rabal in their place
Put the "jew" in charge
Call them gangsters
Put them at the top of the heep
Tell the sheep we are protectors
As the harvest continues
What exactly is a harvast
Questions must be willing
To have them answered