And somehow, on his own free will, he held his hands aloft:
two pantomime storks, and lifted from the stretcher to the sky.
“French Canadian bean soup. I want to pay. Let them leave me alone.”
The Last Confessions of Dutch Schultz
July 20th, 2003 · 1 Comment
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1 Elliott // Jul 20, 2003 at 11:49 pm
Hello Scotty,
Walking down memory lane and I bumped into this page. Yes I now work for KGB and I am living in russia part time. I thought I would say hi. I know that it has been a while.
I am hearing “David Hassholf” in my head. Good I loved that song.
Well me and 50 have to go to DA CLUB becuase I left my keys, what a dumb ass right !
See ya sometime!
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