I went out with the Irish mob when I was young, at least what was left of it. My fellow publishing scoundrel Hunter Thompson died in 2005, my Tenderloin uncle Jimmie Mitchell went out in '07— and of course he shot his brother Art quite a few years back— that was an occasion when we all thought it would be the other way around.
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