There was nothing nice about Shorty Spero. He lived by violence. I was in a sociable game of four-handed pinochle with him at the house of Michael Bolino. Our wives were in the same area. I caught Shorty cheating and I said ''Shorty you can't do that.''
And he takes a .45 out of his pocket, he puts it to my head and says ''Don't you ever call me a fuckin' cheat or I'll blow your fuckin' brains out.''
At that time I got a little diarrhea and me and my wife left. But the man lived that way. And he died that way. His brother was shot to death and he tried to avenge him but was killed himself. So there's no more Shorty Spero..