Wild Bill

And it was there was an open air restaurant.

And I would go in the evenings to there and eat every night.

And these Italians adopted me.

And this is how it happened.

One day, I went there every day for about three weeks, and I got to know them very well, and I ran a tab.

I asked them to run me a tab, and I would just pay them every week instead of having to bring cash there every time because I was spending so much money there.

Well, one day, I was sitting there eating with my girlfriend, and I looked up, and Mario was pushed over in the corner by these three dark-skinned fellows who were screaming at him, and one was waving a pistol around.

Now, I had worked my whole life in things like bouncing.

I was a bouncer at a bar.

I was a repo man.

I used to repossess cars.

So like violence, physical violence is not something that even remotely bothers me at all or scares me.

It's something very natural for me.

And I noticed these three men were pushing Mario, my good friend, who's been so good to me around into the corner.

And so I watched this for a moment and I watched the one man had a pistol and he would wave it wildly in the air.

And you could tell he didn't know what the hell he was doing with the pistol.

And so I walked over in that direction and Mario looks at me and he shakes his head.

No, like, don't come over here.

Don't come over here.

And I just continued to walk.