Just cruising on the highway to San Diego for 4 nights of summer time madness. Leaving Las Vegas to get away from the mayhem of casino’s and nightclubs to enter another realm of motivational partying. I love the drive. The scenic view of the mountains. Inching closer and closer to the ocean. A sense of freedom and relaxation. To lay on Pacific Beach and not do a dam thing. Superb seafood lunches. Taking in a ballgame at Petco. Enjoying an expense night of fine wine and the company of beautiful women. Anxiously as I speed pass the speed limit to get to a destination of no regret. Twisting and turning to get away from the high intensity of work. Popping the clutch, breeze flowing, I’m on my way.      

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He was the fastest cat burglar New York has ever known. Frankie “2 steps” Vissiano. He was so fast if  you took a picture of him it would be blurred. What a guy. In and out Frankie. Two shakes to the left Frankie bell bottoms. Grab him by the neck sunny-side up with a lemon twist Vissiano. I heard the feds could never bust him for a crime. They nicknamed him the “fast snake”. Some say he had a twin brother cause he was always in two places at once. I met him in a bakery in Little Italy. I couldn’t believe it, he was blind as a bat. He had a white cain and black shades and a fedora like the one my pops use to wear. I showed him respect and shook his hand. I couldn’t believe this guy was the guy that I heard stories about, so I went up to the counter to ask if that was Frankie two shits to the wind Vissiano, and he said yes. As I reached in my pocket to pay for my cheesecake I noticed my watch wasn’t on my wrist. I turned around to where he was sitting and he was gone. That old bastard lifted my watch. I was so pissed off I ran out to ketch him, but he was gone. The guy sweeping outside the door tapped me on my shoulder and in his hand was my watch. And now I became apart of his legend. Based on a true story.  

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The anticipation of going on a trip gets very overwhelming when thinking about how it begins, the plane ride. Traveling by plane is a thrilling experience. It always gets my blood pumping. When I arrive at the airport, check my bags in. Then go wait in the long line were you strip naked to make sure you don’t have a bomb strapped to your foot. Then I always go right to the bar. I order at least 4 double shots of jack and coke. I grab something for the newsstand which cost triple in value and wait for that very polite woman to board my plane. As I sit down I start to sweat like I just ran a mile. I’m trying to get comfortable in my chair, but we all know that isn’t going to happen. And then the moment arrives… over the p.a. the pilot announces the weather, temperature etc. I’m not paying attention to that shit buddy, as we approach the runway about to take off. Dam, I wish I had some xanax…              

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