There's gift I've ever received has to be a bike when I was younger, a pedal bike.

It was a sort of slick little road bike and I remember it was all like it was so it was all wrapped up

but it was so obvious what it was obviously because nothing shaped like a bike and I had a little ribbon on it and I was so

I guess. For that was a life changer and I'm still sort of big on cycling around my area now so for that one change me a little.

Enjoy in every sip with red carp now back at Starbucks.

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Hey guys, I'm going to tell you a story we'll go back to the ramp of days again.

This is an old story but I was thinking about it and I thought you'd like to hit a story. You know now that Jerry Papi

was the head of the ramp is way back then. The second really in charge one of the toughest guys I ever met was a guy named Jimmy Emma.

Brutal guy, brutal. I mean when he out of fight with you he crippled you. He just wanted to tell you apart.

There was no joke this guy. Real super fucking tough with his hands. There's a bunch of little stories about him but back then like I told you before

it was us the ramp is against the world. Fuck the country, fuck the cops, fuck the mafia. We didn't give a shit about nothing. It was us against the world.

And we were always in trouble with the mafia at one time or another. We stood on Neutric Avenue in 79th Street on Bait Avenue two different places.

And we were always in trouble with the mafia. It's a fight in somebody's club or this or that. Always in trouble.

When I got out of the army and I was back with the ramp is that was home one day and Jimmy Emma and Papa were in fried tags on 79th Street, Neutric Avenue.

They came out the lights, the street lights seemed to be out a good part of the metal order but a good part of them was dark, it was dingy.

And when they came out they both went in different directions slightly and they were kind of checking out what was going around, what was going on.

And I said we always had problems so we were on guard to certain things. All of a sudden some guys went running at Jimmy Emma.

Jimmy Emma didn't have a gun and he took off, started running up 70th Street in between two park cars and there was the no parking sign, that big piece of metal sticking down with the sign up on top.

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