“The Mayor’s killin’ me!” were the first words out of Fausto “Fuzzy” Mamori’s mouth when I entered the visiting room of one of America’s finest penal institutions, or as he calls it, “Yaddo for BS artists.”
“Don’t get overheated,” I reply. “Even if he thought that was a good campaign promise if he shocked the world and got elected President, the crime you were convicted of doesn’t fall under the Federal death-penalty statute.”
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