The head chef at my favorite local diner was once a mobster. The first time I ate there he showed me the scars on his chest, arms, and back. Most of them were from his final night as a member of the mafia – a night that ended in a horrific battle with another mob group. He was stabbed multiple times and then beaten mercilessly with a steel pipe. Both of his lungs were punctured and a knife was lodged less than a centimeter from his heart.
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[ source: Marc and Angel Hack Life ]
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Posted on 11 July 2010
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