North Bergen, summer of ‘78 or ‘79, not sure what year it was exactly but I know it was the same year the feds caught Fat Jimmy. Fat Jimmy used to run numbers out the back of his groceryshop in Yonkers. Every kid in the neighborhood knew and loved Jimmy. I would get up every day, hit the shower, put on the jordans I won at the cardgames they used to run at the italian joints in Brooklyn, then I’d score some blow from the Albanians at 27th , I’d get my dick sucked by the working girls two blocks over , and I’ll always have some money left to grab a soda at Jimmies. He always used to call me Jose, he would go hammed up stereotype Italian accent “Jose if you keep drinking all this soda you will be 400 pounds pounds Jose!”He would tell me this meanwhile this motherfucker looked like a fucking elephant Joe Rogan BWAHAHAHAHA bronchitis cough. He looked like fucking obese Godzilla Joe Rogan bwahahahah, can you believe this fucking guy telling me not to drink sodas while he had was munching on cheesesteaks like they were coughdrops BWAHAHA. But dont get it twisted Joseph, Fat Jimmy was a handsome man when he was younger, like an Italian Charles Bronson. Remember in Death Wish 3 when Bronson kicks that Polaks ass for sitting on his car, like a fucking BOSS! Bronson was a fucking BOSS JOE ROGAN!!! HE DIDNT TAKE ANY SHIT!

So what was I talking about? Right right aliensss…so anyway