Uncle Paulie

If you don't have an Uncle Paulie, I feel bad for you. My Uncle Paulie gave me a prostitute for my thirteenth birthday. When I turned eighteen he took me to Atlantic City and I won a hundred grand. Well, I didn't actually win it. I sort of held the gun while my uncle stole it and then he gave it to me. When I was twenty-one... well that's a story for another time.