When you thrash someone, It's nice to have a bridge to throw them off.
Neat and clean.


Think about it, Joe. Cowardly Scotty potty asked me to meet him at the
Throgsneck bridge shortly after 9/11. Even now police cars are usually
sitting on either end. At the time you couldn't pull over unless your
car was on fire or they flagged you down. He wanted to meet where we
couldn't. I, on the other hand told him EXACTLY where I'd be for three
years running. Cowardly Scotty says I'm always in the slip, so would I
be hard to find?
Scotty claimed he was going to give me a "knuckle sandwich." I'm still
waiting for the coward, 150 City Island Ave., almost every weekend and
at least two days a week. I don't threaten people or promise them
sandwiches, but if girlscout leader Scotty wants to find me, he
certainly can with ease. Maybe he's just short on time these past few
years?

Yeah...that must be it.


RB
35s5
NY