Flashback
It was a rainy night in New York approximately five years ago.
I was driving down the highway, maybe speeding even, but who cares?
I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of whatever hip-hop junk was playing on the stereo.
I had gone out to celebrate and maybe catch some fun in celebration of the successful opening of Phantom Hotels.
I had shut down the club and made it rain.
I was young. I was successful. I was handsome. Of course, I had the world at my feet.
Not to talk of the underworld. I was the mafia boss of the Italian mafia. My life couldn't get any better.