which I don't buy, don't know how they get in here, but it's something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia who ate too much and had it too easy too many fine women patting his walnuts, and he got fat sucking at good cigars and young breasts and he has these heart attacks - and so one day somebody is driving him in his big car along the road and he doesn't feel so good and he asks the boy to stop and let him out and the boy lays him out along the road in the fine sunshine and before he dies he says: how beautiful life can be, and then he's gone.
sometimes you've got to kill 4 or 5
thousand men before you somehow get to believe that the sparrow is immortal, money is piss and that you have been wasting your time.