up till now, the best one i'd heard was on a shuttle from the atlantic city airport where a fellow rider claimed to have built an automobile that ran on used vegetable oil. he'd taken it cross country once too, though he'd have to stop at mcdonalds ever couple hundred miles and ask the fry cook for a bottle of their used oil. apparently, that made the car leave a trail of french fry fragrance.
well that all changed at the 21st amendment this past evening. i met a friend for a beer before the giants game and found him conversing with an older gentleman. as i approached him, he excused himself to the bathroom, but not before introducing me to bobby. i asked if he was also headed to the giants game. he said no. and i believe that to be the last truthful statement he uttered.
now with my fleeting memory, i'll never be able to do justice to the whoppers he dropped, but here goes.
- professional craps gambler, or "whale" as he likes to call himself, who travels the world, but spends a lot of time in vegas, mostly in comped suites at the belaggio.
- bigtime sports bettor, i mean to the tune of 2k-3k per game. that is all 16 nfl games every week. but he never uses a book. being italian, you just bet person to person.
- godson of frank sinatra
- and my personal favorite, fucked playmates with whitey bulger, reputed boston mob boss
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