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“I’d like to kill that son of a b***h. I’d like to rip his heart from his chest with my bare goddamn hands. I’d like to burn him alive. Then I’d like to slice both his Achilles tendons, dump him in the lion cage at the zoo, and throw knives at his head while they tear out his barbequed guts.” I’m shocked. I’ve never heard my father curse, or utter a speech so choked with hatred. I didn’t know he was capable of such violent emotion. He sees the expression on my face, leans forward and takes my face in his cupped hands. “I wasn’t always Thomas Carmichael, upstanding businessman, respectable, tax-paying citizen. Before I met your mother and turned my life around, I was Tommy Two-Time, repeat offender, biggest, baddest thug in Southie. All the other gang leaders in Boston would s**t golden
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