Villa Ruggiero Restaurant

 

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Brutus A.

NY

This was the dinner where I learned so very much about the girl I was violating on a nightly basis.  This was the first dinner with your parents.  Your father immediately struck me as the type of man who put down roots in an organized crime syndicate and brought his family along for the ride.  He frightened me, the brute did, but I had to love him because from his loins sprang the wonder of you.  

I liked your mother.  She was a rather obvious victim of nail polish remover addiction, and thus, reminded me of Kitty Dukakis, who I always wished was my own mother.  The glazed look in her eyes meant she was paying little or no attention to me as I batted a meatball around with my silverware.  Nervous tic, you could say.

I made it through that meal, despite the fact that you were caressing my nether region with your left hand.  You told me later that night that you wished your father could've caught us.  You said that he would've mowed me down with his tommy gun and buried me under a bed of concrete at one of his construction sites.  

Oddly, you never indicated that this was a joke.

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