This guy, Nicky Limousine, he wasn’t a business associate, he was a friend. Him and me liked each other and got to be buddies and we partied together a lot. Nicky’s family was from Sicily and a lot of his family was connected but Nicky was just a drug addict and a fuck-up. They never really let him get involved because he was a fuck-up, but he was a good friend of mine. Everyone accepted him in the neighborhood because he was there, you know, but he wasn’t a gangster’s dream.
So this is while I was still living in Brooklyn in the apartment by the railroad tracks. I knew Nicky Limousine from the Sixteenth Avenue Car Service. He used to come in all the time and talk to friends of his in there and I always wondered who this guy was. He worked for the car service before I got there but by the time I met him he was already driving limos. He worked for them driving the limousines, his family was limousines and eventually he bought his own. That was his deal, he just loved limousines. We used to go out in his limousines all the time. Most of us called him Nicky Limousine but Nick the Beard used to call him Nicky Pervert. Nicky was the type who knew all kinds of weirdos. He fixed me up with this one girl who I didn’t know it at the time but she was a transvestite. She had the operation and got her pee pee chopped off and everything. Robin, Roberta, something like that. Nicky Limousine introduced us. His cousin knew her and he was going out with a gal who was friends with her that worked in her hair salon. She owned her own hair salon with something like a dozen operators in there and she had a lot of money.
She was very pretty for a guy. Her breasts, you couldn’t even tell. Her breasts were hormonally done, you know. A little silicon in there maybe, I don’t know. She was white, white Italian. We could still have intercourse, she would just have to lube herself up real good before. But I’d had so much sex in my life, this was in the late seventies now, and I knew the difference between a real pussy and a fake pussy, you know. But it was okay.
We dated for about six months. She wanted to marry me but she got killed. She told somebody she had her dick chopped off after he fucked her and he came back with a shotgun and blew her head off. It was in all the papers. It was kind of a shock but it was part of life. I liked her, she was a real good person.
Nicky was wide open with what he did, his perversions and shit. He bragged about it all over town. He was into weird shit, anal sex, fucking fags, everything. He was a sex maniac but me and him used to have a ball together. He was the apple of my eye. When I was doing my business and I was having a slow night I’d give Nicky a call and he’d pick me up in a limo and we’d go, man. He was my best friend. Nicky was a character. He was my age, kind of a good-looking Italian guy. He looked good, he used to wear this chauffeur’s hat. He had a rough Italian face, he had pock-marks but he was a good looking guy. If he didn’t have those pock-marks I’d say he was movie star material. Kind of short but muscular, very muscular because he was a body builder. All the girls loved him. He was funny, had a good personality, everything. He was actually born there, in Bensonhurst. He was just a guy that was brought up in the neighborhood filled with that life.
Nick the Beard okayed him to be a friend of mine. He was always allowed up to the apartment until one night when he beeped his horn for me outside. He didn’t want to leave his limo out there, it was winter. And Nick wanted to kill him for beeping that horn. Nick said it draws attention to the building. And I says that’s just the way he is man, he’s got that big limo and it’s hard to park in the city. He can’t double park it, he’s afraid someone might steal it on him if he double parks, so he’ll beep the horn and I’ll come down. Nick says, well, I don’t want that to happen, blah, blah, blah. It took a long time for Nick not to be mad and during that time Nicky was barred from the building and I had to meet him somewhere else.
I think really Nick was jealous of my relationship with Nicky. I think so. He never admitted it though. The friendship I had with Nicky Limo it took time away from me with him, you know. I think it was more the friendship thing than a business thing. The only friends I had was the people I worked with other than Nicky Limo because he didn’t work with us. My people didn’t like that because they didn’t have any other friends. They hung out with each other and I broke off from that a little bit.
Like I said, Nicky Limousine was known to be a pervert, you know. Nicky was kind of a perverted type guy, liked a lot of women, you know, and I wouldn’t trust him around very young girls, you know. He held his own but he was kind of that kind of guy, you know. Lots of women, he had lots of women. I liked him, he was amusing and we were good friends. Nick didn’t really appreciate the way he lived but he was a real good guy. He had a wife, his wife was a nurse, and he had kids.
See, in the limousine game, in that neighborhood, you could say you were working twenty-four hours a day because they used them all the time. They were big Cadillac limousines. Big stretch limos. This is when they first came out, stretch limos. Black. They had bars and big seats that would go all the way around and Nicky used to keep them plush, man. Nicky and I used to go to the clubs, we went all over in the limos. One time I borrowed this guy’s mink jacket, a winter jacket in mink. A friend of mine who was my size. And I wore the mink jacket on New Year’s Eve with a black fedora and we went down to Coney Island and picked up a couple of prostitutes. And they just loved us so much that they didn’t even charge us. We partied in the limo, it had a bar and a nice sound system, there was everything in that limo. We’d pick up hookers give them a twenty-dollar bill apiece. They didn’t care. They’d ride around with us all night just to be in a limo and because we treated them real nice. We treated them like people, you know. They’d party with us and they’d do the right thing, yeah. I looked forward to having a little time off to be with him because he was my release because I was strictly business other than that, you know. We did it all in a limo, me and Nicky, it was big enough. It was like driving a house around. I’d drive it sometimes if Nicky wanted to get a piece. Then he’d drive it if I was back there. Sometimes we’d park it and we’d both be in the back fucking these girls. He’d have his limo hat on and shit. He’d only pick me up after his business was done. Nicky was good about taking care of business. Mostly rich people with airport runs, stuff like that. He’d make quite a bit of money for a short trip so he had plenty of time. He had to bring in a certain amount of money every day when he first started.
Nicky was a known drug addict with the coke. Nicky got fucked up on coke and owed us a lot of money. But when I left and went to prison and came back Nick told me, when I caught up with him after prison, that Nicky Limo paid everything back. He cleaned-up and built up his business. He said his kids were getting older and he was at home more now. We didn’t do much partying when I got out because I wasn’t living in Brooklyn anymore. I was coming there for business and that was it, then I’d go back to the Island. When I got out of prison they had a party for me and Nicky Limo was there. Same guy except now he owned the limousines. He cleaned up, stopped doing coke and was still driving limos when I left New York. He started to get successful. His brother-in-law owned the company at one time and then Nicky started to buy his own limos so he had one or two workin’ for him. Then he got a few more and he had like six when I left. He had a garage and another driver working for him when I left. That’s the thing he wanted to do, he just loved limousines. Me and the Limo weren’t a long time thing, it was probably about a ten year friendship.
