FOLKS! Welcome to a new weekly series called "Who the heck is that"... where we discuss how I met some of the famous mafioso's from our fair cities and absolutely don't embellish the story at all.  These stories all all true and if you try to fact check me "go fuck y'self"

Now onto today's story:

*milk steps out of the shadows and puts out a cigarette and looks at a child*

‘Hey kid, do you know TonyTheTailor?’ I ask.  

“nah b” he responds.

“who is that?”

“He is Tony Sullivan’s son” I say (I made that up)

*thinking to myself, who the fuck is this kid?*

I am not even sure what that means but I look at him and ask him if you would like a little more money in his pocket.

Naturally, the answer is yes. So I invite him into the clubhouse in New York.  Of course, he is blown away by all the strippers, clowns and thai ladyboy’s Tony keeps locked away in the HQ.

“How do you know Tony?” he asks.  

I don’t necessarily have an answer, I just did a couple of jobs for him and then he started sending me so much mail it crippled USPS like it was Christmas.  

All I can say to this kid is “I am not sure pal… he just approached me and the next thing I knew I was a consigiligier (that spelling is on purpose)

“I don’t even know if we even speak the same language” I say

“he speaks the queens and I couldn’t tell you what he is saying 99% of the time”

“don’t let him lure you into this life of crime” I say

“but definitely steal that old ladies purse if you want to join us”

Don’t join us in New York, you’ll disappoint your grandmother in the old country.

*as milk takes one final drag an tosses his smoke he speaks one last time*

"Thank you folks!" he says 

"Next week we are going to have a special piece:  Who the heck is: FatTony... and why he likes ladyboys" 

if you would like me to "interview" your favorite mobster and only report historically inaccurate information, drop me a line!