The
subject of this particular case has been receiving a new form of treatment - culinary
therapy. He is watchfully observed in a carefully monitored kitchen, set up as
to not be too intrusive or frightening, and he is aided by our charming
orderlies who do most of the cooking, and certainly all of the chopping and cutting…
However, he
has made progress, and with help has been preparing all manner of pies and
cakes and cookies. Italian cuisine? Not yet, but he hopes with the right dosage
of psychiatric medication and therapeutic exposure that he’ll once again be
able eat or cook the occasional lasagna or plate of spaghetti. Pizza? May be
too soon to tell…
The Meat
Addict
Enter two ghouls, a host of missing
stoolpigeons and a pizza parlor. A pizza parlor whose specialty was a meaty,
gristly and greasy monstrosity called the Meat
Addict. A thick crusted pizza topped with pepperoni, salami, meatballs,
Polish sausage, hamburger, chorizo, prosciutto, bacon as well as Canadian bacon
(so as to not neglect our friends to the north), anchovies and a special house
mortadella sausage.
Human corpses can be such a nuisance for
those in that profession – that particular sort of life, which is to say, the
unglamorous lower rung of errand boys, psychopaths, disposable gofers and
lowlifes who do the lion’s share of dirty work for the mob. Not made members
certainly – just the wannabes, the non-Sicilians, the petty thieves and glorified
serial killers who inhabit a shadowy netherworld rampant with chaos and murder.
Disposing of a corpse, or corpses, is a
rather gruesome task - methods range from decapitation to cremation to
submersion in a body of water (just remember to puncture the lungs and stomach
lest your victim float). Our ghouls preferred a gastronomic approach – cheerfully
grinding up their victims and adding them to the house mortadella sausage.
Figure 5.3 - Another example of highly sought after "murderabilia", a pizza box allegedly from Giuseppe's Pizza Pies |
This was the narrative given to me by the stepson
of a union organizer in a Brooklyn working class neighborhood well known for
both its pizza and its organized crime. I can say our story as it was told does
not end well for our would-be chefs – as soon as their horrified employers
found out about their special ingredient the duo were promptly ordered to be
killed and swiftly disappeared.
As to where they are or are not today is
anyone’s guess. Likely rubbed out, murdered just as the people they themselves
murdered. Another possibility is that they simply fled – working at a sleepy,
unsuspecting pizza parlor in some sleepy, unsuspecting town or city such as
your own. Please, do enjoy your next pizza pie.
Figure 5.4 - A pizza pie not unlike the notorious "Meat Addict" |
***
A rather traumatic experience for the poor
stepson of the story – oh, I did neglect to mention that he pumped many a
greasy quarter into Space Violators II and
Polybius at Giuseppe’s game room, and was an avid enthusiast of the Meat Addict, especially its mortadella
sausage, until its special ingredient was revealed. A minor tragedy, and yet a
menu, which allegedly came from the alleged establishment, does make me hungry…
Figure 5.5 - A menu for Giuseppe's Pizza Pies |
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