On jobs, I drive because Demetrius, Sal, and Vinny say I’m too fat to run. I’d weigh them down. They gotta point, but it hurts. I wait in the Charger. Don’t go into the paymaster’s office. Sit behind the wheel. Miss out, and get Twinkie all over my balaclava, waiting. We score $200,000.  At Vetri’s, … Continue reading Glutton like the Doo-Dah Man – Jon Gluckman