Monday, July 29, 2013
"Tilt-a-Whirl"
I don't know what it was about that dame, but whenever I was around her I packed my little Smith-Wesson J frame .38 in an ankle holster.
The last wiseguy laughed at the gun needed a knee replacement & five months of rehab therapy.
He got the replacement, but no therapy in prison, where he acquired the name, "Tilt-a-Whirl."
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
The last wiseguy laughed at the gun needed a knee replacement & five months of rehab therapy.
He got the replacement, but no therapy in prison, where he acquired the name, "Tilt-a-Whirl."
Labels: Metropolitan Man, music, poem
