Jerry is a cimplete DB nozzle. Exit 114 here, that DB nozzle used to come in the pizza place I flipped dough at in the early 90’s. Front street trotria in red bank.
He told me he was a golden glove boxer. I said BS, I trained out of Marcianio’s in Jersey City, never heard of you. He called me a want to be mobster, and I said I’m McKraut friend and he gave me this look like he was going to kick my ass in front of some lady.
The owner comes to me and gushes who is. I laugh, and said the idiot who opened Al Capones vault. He went nuts, Jerry. Absolutely nuts. I got fired. Big deal, I was there for the chicks(Jersey shore girls,the other village idiot Springstien is right), but Jerry is a knob. Bruce is sort of a normal idiot. One day on Monmouth and Broad in a red bank, a few years ago I’m sitting on a bench with my Pomeranian pup waiting for Mrs jrz guy get her overpriced Brown water from Starbucks. This scraggly guy is chatting with me letting my dog lick his face like it’s super cool.. Really nice guy and he looked so familiar, and then it clicked, its Bruce. He was such a pleasant conversationalist. We talked about the Sandy and stuff. He was just a nice guy to chat with. We chatted for five minutes, introduced my wife to a guy named Bruce. She had no idea. When he got in his Silverado, I said that was Boss. She was like huh?
Jerry is small, like 5-8,170, and that was 1991. I can roll him up like the snot he is and flick him of my index finger. Ugh, what a knob.
“The Boss”
Good for him, he’s made a good living fronting a band.
“The Boss?” Boss Hog is a bigger deal.
guy, thanks for the insights and the stories about Jerry as well as the Boss.
I used to be from Exit 82, Toms River—am now in southern DE enjoying low property taxes and no sales tax. Conservative area, too.
LMAO, great story! loved it, thanks for sharing!