Elvis Irizarry The Making of an American Hitman Vol. 2 Body Count

I've had a few writers over the years refuse to help me in the writing of my memoirs; although they found my life as an assassin for the Ranieri Crime Family interesting, they were just too afraid of the mafiosi in my story and their political associates; fuckn cowards, now i gotta write this shit on my own. So these parabled chapters are my recollections, experiences, personal thoughts and written testimony of conversations that I've had in the last four years of my life before i was arrested by the F.B.I. on March 25,2000. Initially, there was some pushback in me writing my first book, (The Making of an American Hitman Vol.1.) because of the New York State Son of Sam Law. Ironically, under the very Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organization Act (3) 18 U.S.C.S. 1962(c) (RICO) that was used to convict me, actually protects me from such State Laws. So, in exercising this Constitutional Right of Free Speech, I'd like to dedicate this book to Jersey City's Homicide Detective Bobby Potters' Irish mother, because i can; and a special thanks to my boss and C.E.O. of the Dominican Republic's Punta Cana Resort, Frank Ranieri and his brother Massimo because without them and their political associates I wouldn't have been able to rack up 31 kills on three different continents, and how could i forget the moustache in my life, Elizabeth (Clubfoot) Griesi whose testimony helped solidify the governments case against me, (Fat Bitch.)