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Christopher
The good lawyer is not the man who has an eye to every side and angle of contingency, and qualifies all his qualifications, but who throws himself on your part so heartily, that he can get you out of a scrape. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
Me & my sister Catherine in 1986
Current ME
I can't even begin to describe what it was like growing up in my family. I come from a typical traditional Italian family where the mom cooks non-stop and the dad yells non-stop and hangs out in the basement with his friends. It wasn't easy being ME but then again being me had its advantages at times.
I remember my FIRST prom (she was a senior and I was a sophomore)...and how nervous I was to take my date. I took the biggest limo my parents could find and when I got to her house she tripped over uneven bricks on the front walkway and nose planted herself into the ground. She spent prom in the ER and I decided to take a hotter girl anyway (another senior) so it all worked out for me back then Haha.
I graduated and went to law school at Harvard before missing my family and deciding to move back to Long Island and attend LIU. I mainly did this because my grandpa was having heart problems at the time and in case he died I wanted to be close. It didn’t matter because he went to prison anyway several times during my life.
My father disappeared in 2004 and that took a toll on my life and plans. I decided to shut down for about a year and focus on nothing other then school. I forgot about my family and didn’t speak to many people until around July of 2005. Since then I’ve been focusing on work, my kids and the rest of my life is still history in the making….
Holidays and Sundays were crazy. Ma would cook with the aunts while they gossiped about every other lady in New York. Pops and the uncles would argue about sports and business. My siblings, cousins and I would run around crazy beating each other up while the occasional smack on the back of the head came upon us for being too rough with the girls. I remember the year my older brother Anthony and I found a BB gun. We were told not to go near it but curiosity got the best of us. Anthony being the more sneak of the two of us dares me to shoot one of my cousins in the ass. Me being the cunning guy I am, dares my cousin to
moon me so I can get a better shot. He didn’t know I would really shoot him so he pulls his pants down and bends over. Just as I am about to pull the trigger, my grandpa runs up and as he is snatching the gun out of my hands, it goes off and my aunt is hit in the back right shoulder blade. Needless to say, I am the one who got in big trouble and got the biggest ass beating of my life!
chriscasanova added this comment 2008-04-20 18:42:37-05:00
Haha yes I did I know I know.....I was a huge jerk back then ;)
rosered added this comment 2008-04-20 18:35:50-05:00
So you left that poor girl in ER and went to party? bastard :D
lastadam added this comment 2008-04-20 16:51:50-05:00
Hilarious
certifiable added this comment 2008-04-20 03:31:29-05:00
I don't mean to be "combative" but I was unaware that Italian men grew up at all. (ex husband is Italian)
lindsaylou added this comment 2008-04-19 14:35:55-05:00
incredible.... i love you so much
chriscasanova added this comment 2008-04-20 18:42:37-05:00
Haha yes I did I know I know.....I was a huge jerk back then ;)
rosered added this comment 2008-04-20 18:35:50-05:00
So you left that poor girl in ER and went to party? bastard :D
lastadam added this comment 2008-04-20 16:51:50-05:00
Hilarious
certifiable added this comment 2008-04-20 03:31:29-05:00
I don't mean to be "combative" but I was unaware that Italian men grew up at all. (ex husband is Italian)
lindsaylou added this comment 2008-04-19 14:35:55-05:00
incredible.... i love you so much
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