There was a bakery on Ave N in Brooklyn owned by a capo. aliata's bakery on east 45 street ave n. Right next to it was a pizza place he owned that at as well.
There was a night club on the other side of the street forget the name he owned that as well.

I loved their cream puffs and their birthday cakes. I would order a pizza and a cake from the other place.

When he died their was a big difference in the quality of the place. It is still open the other places he had were gone.

Once as I left that club I guy jumps me from behind. He kept hitting me with a slap jack. I knew not to go down because I might never get up. Then my guy is leaving he jumped the guy that jumped me. We fucked him up I had to throw out my shoes I kicked him so bad. We even robbed him I still have a little bump in my head from that.