Any above is the
name given to a
man who travels from Shaka, Sicily to East Boston, Massachusetts, and it’s neo enclave of greasers and goombahs, in their late 60’s and up who frequent a place called “The Nationale,” the home of the last surviving
mullet hair cut in East Boston purportedly possessed by the
legend himself known as the “Butana.” Freesh, Free is a pseudonym as his real name is only known to a select few, and is akin to knowledge contained in the Vatican files. When word of his impending arrival is passed through the enclaves of the Neo Goombah community many an old timer line the streets around the Cafe Italia and the Nationale in hopes of a waive or a greeting from him. A select few
will be allowed to travel in the Vinegar Pepper Limousine, in the company of “Sal the
Fish,” rumored to be on par with Hefner when it comes to adoration from women, “The Worlds Smartest
Man”
HP, and on occasion “Giovanni née née” to the Alitalia baggage claim at Terminal
E in Logan Air Port, to witness the arrival of, the myth and
legend. In this insular community his arrival is similar to that of the Pope, British Royalty or perhaps the
King of Burundi or of Zamunda. Often this community speaks a lost form of broken jibberish, which many scholars only conclude is a form of broken English, with a slang Boston accent, along with tribal
Italian that is broken and nonsensical that mostly sounds like the speech of the intellectually challenged or mentally and developmentally impaired.
