Mr. Conforti: Thanks for the tip. On reading your suggestion, I used that word for this guy, a double-crossing double-mother fucker,and found some satisfaction, but still I want something deeper, a word that recognizes the deep pain that this traitorous bastard has caused me. My anquish is unending and the thought of it fills my nights with nightmares.
I am not sure but I think that the man you mention above was a regular at Crisci's on Lorimer Street in Brooklyn--a place much remembered and missed, by members of every walk of life. Judges, Monsignors, Cops and Gangsters alike, in one dining room, enjoying Charlie Crisci's food.
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Mr. Conforti: Thanks for the tip. On reading your suggestion, I used that word for this guy, a double-crossing double-mother fucker,and found some satisfaction, but still I want something deeper, a word that recognizes the deep pain that this traitorous bastard has caused me. My anquish is unending and the thought of it fills my nights with nightmares.
I am not sure but I think that the man you mention above was a regular at Crisci's on Lorimer Street in Brooklyn--a place much remembered and missed, by members of every walk of life. Judges, Monsignors, Cops and Gangsters alike, in one dining room, enjoying Charlie Crisci's food.