Misura Friend of mine interviewed Sammy the Bull for a documentary. He left a note under her hotel door, “meet me in the lobby”. She walks into this Manhattan hotel bar, everyone looking very smooth, there’s this guy in the corner, leather jacket, hair slicked back, pinky ring. “Mr Grovano?” my friend said. He looked around. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
Posted on here once before about sending John Gotti a note at Marion County Prison asking if he could please send my sister a birthday card. Arrived on the day. She occasionally waves it around when someone’s giving her grief. “I’m fucking connected you fat fuck!”
