One Saturday afternoon Eddie's girlfriend came looking for my wife, who was a nurse. I told her my wife was at work at the hospital. Girlfriend went across the street, and the guy over there was drafted to drive Eddie in his Rolls to the mob doctor to get his hand stitched up after cutting it with the hedge trimmer.
On an Easter Sunday afternoon Eddie was using spray cans to paint a big Lincoln in his driveway a different color while a Dallas police helicopter circled overhead, watching the paint job in progress. Life as Eddie's neighbor wasn't exactly dull. He moved to Houston after defaulting on his mortgage on the house, and we never heard of him again.
LOL....I guess your description of Eddie as "smalltime" was right....Yo, Vinnie! Yo, Rico!