You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into The Mafia Zone.

Submitted for your approval.  A young thug, running for his life.  The police are chasing him down one street, through an alley to another street.  He reaches a dead end.  He pulls his gun.  He fires.  The police fire.  The young man falls down.  A man in a white three-piece suit walks up to the young man and helps him up.

“Don’t worry about your pursuers.  They won’t be bothering you anymore.”

”Who are you?”

“Me?  My name is Brennan.  And, I’m here to give you everything you deserve.”

“What is this?  Some kind of game?”  The young man grabs his pistol and points it at the man.  “I don’t like games!”

Brennan gently pushes the gun away from his chest and grabs a notebooks from his breast pocket.  “On the contrary . . . it seems you love games.  Age 10, baseball.  Age 11.  Checkers.  Age . . .”

”Okay, wise guy!  That’s enough.  You want to know what I deserve?  I deserve money!  Power!  Dames!  Luck!”  He looks down at himself . . .   “And, a new suit.”

Brennan hands the man a large box with a brand new suit inside.  The man changes and heads towards the next underground casino.  He walks up to the non-descript door, and knocks.  A little door slides open and the bouncer speaks gruffly. “What’s the password?  Oh!  It’s you, sir!  I didn’t realize.”  The door opens quickly, and the young man walks in.  Immediately, woman crowd around him and fawn over him.  He’s liking this.  He walks up to the roulette wheel and puts $10 on Red.  WINNER!  He walks over to a slot machine and puts in a nickel.  WINNER!  He and his bevy of beautiful broads walk over to the blackjack table.  Two Aces.  He splits.  Two Jacks.  WINNER WINNER!

After a few hours of wine, women, and winning, Brennan walks up to the young man.  The young man grabs him by the collar and starts yelling.

“Hey, what is this?  There’s no fun.  No danger!  No chance!  No challenge!  I don’t want to be in heaven anymore!  I hate this place!”

Brennan starts to laugh.  “My dear boy . . . you are in the other place!”

The moral of the story is . . . always be careful what you wish for.  Because, you just might get it . . . in The Mafia Zone!

I must say dear Pickles you've made it to where I do not sleep tonight! I bet if yoi kept writing these Hollywood would put it in some of those moving pictures I hear about kids going to.