Halfway Between the Gutter & the Stars

As an old Italian Mafia Don lay dying he called his grandson to his bed. “Grandson, I wanna you lisin to me. I want for you to take my chrome plated .38 revolver so you will always remember me.”

“But,” whined the grandson, “I really don’t like guns, Grandpa. How about leaving me your Gold Rolex Watch instead.”

“You lisinna to me,” responded the Don. “Somma day you goina be runna da bussiness. You gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big home and maybe a couple of bambino. Somma day you gona coma home and maybe finda you wife in bed with another man. Whatta do you goina do then? Point to you watch and say, ‘Times up?’”