Hey guys, I've been out for a while. I came out with one video and now I'm coming back.

I'm going to make some other videos and I came to this story that I got so many requests about it and from the family as well.

The story that's out there is not true. So I decided to say it. It might have been in my podcast but I think that it's important for me to put it out now.

It was in 1977. The year of the son of Sam.

In 1976, I was a made member. I had a small little left hour club on 18th Avenue and Michael de Bats' father left me this place. I talked about it once before.

One night I went there a little early. It was going to open up. I wanted to make sure everything was okay. My bartender came out and he told me, he said, Sam, there's a bunch of guys in there.

Four, five of them. I think they're bikers. Gang members. He wasn't sure. So I said, what did I want? What are they doing?

They said that they're taking over the joint. The joint is now theirs. So I went inside. They were sitting around drinking.

And this one big guy came over to me. I'll do it because his name was. And he said, you're the guy who runs this place. I said, yeah, I'm the guy who owns it. He said, no more now. We own it. I own it.

I'm not stupid. I looked around for five of them. He was pretty big himself.

So I said, okay, give him a drink. He barked back at me. No, you can't give me no drink. I'll give you a drink. I told you I own the joint. And he told the bartender to give him a drink.

So I said, okay, when you was open, I'll come down. I'll visit. I was trying to talk my way out of this to get out. Then I would come back.

I don't think he'll be happy about how I come back. But I wasn't looking to get into it with four, five guys at the same time.

My bartender was a bartender. Wasn't a tough guy.

So I said, okay, whatever you want. And I'm trying to wiggle my way out, but he won't let me go.

He gets in my way. And he's in my face. He keeps talking to me.

I just sit there for a while and I don't know exactly what to do.

Showing up, I said, fuck this guy. I got up and I started walking towards the door. And he followed me.

They all got up. I made it to the door and I walked out to the street. The name of the club was the bus stop.

The club was right in front of the club. There was a bus stop.

The curb was about seven inches higher than the street. It's a big drop.

He's still talking to me and I moved away and moved towards the street to go to my car.

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