So… I’m a moron.

Only a moron made the decisions I did.

I got on the plane with Frankie Zanetti.

In my defense, I never found a good time to escape. The man surrounded himself with guards. It was smart but made escaping difficult. Henchmen came out of the woodwork, and by the time we pulled into the airport, two more cars had stopped behind us to complete the sea of suited men. People probably thought we ordered an NFL team—as long as no one ...