MAFIA MEN!!
No exaggeration. One was wearing a pair of black zyl framed glasses with temple pieces of at least an inch and a half thick paired with a conservative maroon crushed velvet suit. He was portly with a shiny bald head and of course was sitting behind a shield food and drink. His pal across the table looked smart in a white suit with black labels and a pair of Ray-Ban-looking sunglasses, although it was barely bright enough to make out basic objects. Of course, there were other nondescript, wiseguy, henchmen hanging around their table as well. Other than that table nothing was particularly remarkable.
Fast foward to 20-30 minutes later, when who but one of the henchmen stops by to introduce himself (how friendly these mob guys are!) He starts asking the general getting-to-know-ya junk and then makes this huge production of knowing our ages and that we are definately over eighteen. Shortly thereafter we are invited to some secret/famous room in one of the very tip-top wings to have some drugs.
After walking up four sets of tiny little stairs we were in some little loft above a performance space that was peopled with a bunch of cowboy lookalikes. The drugs were brought forth and consumed by who they were to be consumed by and a speech ensued where Mr. Mobster filled us vaguely in on his intentions for us. He wanted us to go shopping, get our nails and hair done. emergency announcement here, more later
16 July 2002 - 4:23 PM
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