By Henry Hill
"At the age of twelve, my ambition was once to develop into a gangster. To be a wiseguy was once higher than being President of the USA. To be a wiseguy used to be to possess the world." ― Henry Hill
When Henry Hill entered the Witness defense software, he used to be sure that his felony days had ultimately come to an finish. He used to be wrong.
For over two decades, Henry Hill lived the excessive existence as a strong member of the Lucchese crime family members, a lifestyles immortalized in Martin Scorsese's vintage movie GoodFellas. After his arrest in 1980, he disappeared into the Witness security software With this e-book, Henry comes fresh approximately his final two decades, filling within the gaps approximately his fresh earlier in addition to atmosphere the list directly on his days as a wiseguy. instantaneously hilarious, unpredictable, scandalous, and arresting, Henry Hill's story will smash every little thing you suggestion you knew in regards to the Witness defense application.
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It was part of a big estate, located right on the beach. When we got there it wasn’t in good shape, but Ed McDonald and his guys bought mattresses and stuff. Actually, the place was a moldy dump, but the Feds did everything they could to make us comfortable. Any requests we had they tried to grant. The sky was the limit as far as what we spent on food or other life necessities. They paid for everything, which was fine by me. We ate like kings, and I cooked for everyone—not just my wife, Karen, and the kids, but all the marshals and agents who were around.
As a young guy, I used to see Tommy Lucchese every day. And I didn’t pay attention, really. I didn’t give a fuck. Since I knew I wasn’t going to be made as a young kid, it gave me the latitude to talk to any boss in New York without going through my boss, without getting an okay. I didn’t have to go through the chain of command. I should have been expendable, not being a made guy, but all the bosses thought I was Paulie’s nephew. They used to call me the Mayor of Queens Boulevard. I was still just a kid.
Ba-boom. ” Ba-boom. They didn’t like that I was lying. ” After about the third time I got hit with their billy clubs, I’d give them my mother’s maiden name. ” So somewhere in Brooklyn, there’s a file for Henry Costa written by some dumb copper in the 1950s. As a young guy, I used to see Tommy Lucchese every day. And I didn’t pay attention, really. I didn’t give a fuck. Since I knew I wasn’t going to be made as a young kid, it gave me the latitude to talk to any boss in New York without going through my boss, without getting an okay.
