Yes, when I was a teenager I was a bus boy at the Italian Restaurant across the street from my house. It was a front business. One of the guys involved in owning it was a low level gangster, I would be surprised if he was made. But it was an obvious front business, guys coming to play cards during the Super Bowl party and not watching the game shit like that.

One night I was in there working, and an old gentleman in a fedora and a long coat came in. Everybody stopped to say hello to him. He had some awesome homemade bread that I got a couple of pieces of. It was delicious. Anyway, he gets a prime seat at the bar, we're told he's priority customer #1. He was an old timer. I would be surprised if he wasn't a made guy.

That's my story.