One night I dreamed I was dead.
In the dream, I appeared in front of St. Peter, of course I judged for who I am and I was sentenced. In so
his goodness, however, St. Peter in a dream, gave me the opportunity to choose between the sentence:
a) drinking six cans of beer Peroni a day every day forever ever and ever
b) a declaration of Capezzone hear every day from here to eternity
c) Scilipoti meet every day face to face but with his hands tied behind his back.
I woke up sweating.
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