Today, I stood before the Church altar once more and stood as godfather to one of my nephews. Michael's son, whom he named Dime Evo-of all names. Dime, perhaps short for Dimebag (Darrell) of PanterA fame, and Evo, I'm not so sure. Maybe Evo came from the Mitsubishi rallye car, but I'm not so sure Mike knows shit when it comes to cars. As the ceremony was going on, I can't help but hear in my head the "tun-nun-tun-tun-nun-nun-nun-nu-nu-nun" theme from The Godfather. I also imagined all my enemies getting whacked that very moment. Not to mention that I had a hard on all the fuckin' time with all the fine broads that attended this sort.
