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I reckon it’s a wild hunt, findin’ one. Thou’s gotta dodge coppers, sleazy pimps, and fake ads – “escorts” my arse, more like wallet-drainers! Once, I saw this lass, all dolled up, standin’ by a lamppost near me workshop. Thought she’s lost, but nay – she winks, bold as brass! “Thou art not a gadget to fix,” I think, heart racin’. Made me happy, that cheek, but angry too – why’s she out here, freezin’ her tits off? World’s cruel, mate, like Bane crushin’ hope.

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Tony tells Melfi that he doesn't believe "soldiers" like himself will go to Hell; he later goes with Pussy to murder a terrified Matt Bevilaqua.

Finally, the night winds down. I’m exhausted, but happy. I clean up the bar, and as I’m moppin’ the floor, I think about how crazy Melfi can be. The streets, the people, the history. It’s all a part of me now. I love this town, even when it drives me nuts.

James Melfi Jr. Obituary March 20, 2020