<font color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)">He took in a breath of Friday evening's air. His olfactory bulb replied in </font>appropriated<font color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0)"> biochemical fashion. Gunpowder, burning flesh and feces.</font>

He carefully walked over the bodies that littered the street, in search of a boutique that hadn't been looted.

Procrastination... where had it gotten him?

His lovely mother bore him in the womb for 40 or so weeks. She brought his screaming 20.11 inch and 7.45 lb bloody body into the world. She nurtured and belted him into the proud handsome creature Sal_Giaquinto was today.

"For all my intelligence, handsomeness, I owe a portion of this to my mother. She generously provided me with half my karyotype, a boat load of growth factors, not to mention the burdens of raising a dashing rogue.

So, dear mafiosos / mafioso mum's - what can a good son do make a great mom have the Mother's Day of her life?"