Very interesting. My neighbor was leasing a restaurant owned by one of the Boston mob guys. I worked there for a couple years as a teen doing dishes, prepping food and bussing tables.

Usually on the weekends, the owner would show up with a bunch of his friends just as we closed to the public. They always drank like fish and one night I literally bumped into one of the owners goons coming out of the bathroom right after he had been snorting some (I assume) coke.

They used to give me $5 just to start their Caddy's & Lincoln's and drive the car up to the entrance. I didn't even have my drivers license yet.

When I was in college, I saw on the news that the owner was hog tied and beaten to death in his own home. At that moment, everything clicked.