I met him at a funeral. Classic, right? Not even a good one. It was my third cousin’s wake. He was standing in the corner, looking like a marble statue dressed by Armani. He didn’t smile.
He just said, “You look like you need a drink.” I said, “I look like I need a new life.” He nodded. That was it. No pickup line. Just a shared understanding that we were both tired of the mundane.
What “The Godfather” Actually Means
Okay, let’s clear this up. He’s not a Mafia boss in the literal sense. No horse heads in my bed. But he is a man who commands a room just by walking in. He owns several “businesses” I am not legally allowed to name.
He never raises his voice. He just looks at you, and you suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to apologize for breathing too loud. It’s terrifying. And a little hot? Don’t judge me.
