"Gino Cumeezi." That was my name. Great grandson of the infamous and toothless "Gums" Cumeezi. A cross between Charlie Chaplin, Jack Kerouac, and Grand Central Station. I like to think of Gino as a subversive public fool. A comic outlaw. A provocateur to the max. Truly one of New Yawk's "finest."
Here's a sentence I never thought I would write: "My sex life is like Texas" -- it's not hot, but for what seems like ages it has been awfully dry." I guess it's called the Lone Star state for a reason.