ears old and driving my Camaro. Then all of a sudden, boom! Damn! I had driven off the road.

As I got out of my car, I heard a man's voice, which drew my eyes to a man on a motorcycle. He seemed so nice and sincere, but his intentions were evil.

At first, I was broken. How could someone be that evil and how could a judge let someone that evil off that easy! The trauma made me push away from my idyllic life, and I slowly descended into alcoholism, where I met the devil in the form of an ugly little alcoholic who turned out to be the mob boss's son. He could be so funny and make me laugh, yet he could be so brutal, but I didn't care because I was damaged goods anyway.

Knowing when to mind my own business and keeping my mouth shut made me a popular bartender with some of the high-ranking mobsters at a quiet little bar hidden away in a seedy hotel, and having my best friend Alessio in prison--all while struggling with my sobriety.