The Bio-Vlog

I’m dining with Mr. Neurotic, on the cliff-side of his mountaintop mansion, I tell him, “I had a million-dollar offer from the Middle East to control oil money in private games.” Mr. Neurotic impulsively says, “Don’t take it!” He says strongly, “In a situation like that…

I’m carefully trying to size up the interplay with the Middle East oil men. In a language I can’t understand, they argue amongst themselves. I can tell that the guy I figure to be the boss-man is mad at the interpreter. After more angry foreign…

I’m finishing getting dressed for my show when the phone rings. I answer it, and a strongly accented voice says, “Mr. Turner, we would like to talk about a private deal.”   My standard reply to such offers is to always send business to my venue…

Mr. Neurotic has invited me to his home to meet some of his business associates.  As we drive up and Jim describes the estate it’s clear that he is impressed, “Mister Rick, it’s to cool. The mansion is perched on a high mountainside, with a…

Like Mr. Cool, Mr. Hugs besieges me with moneymaking offers to cheat for them. So do other organized crime family members within that area that is known as “San Diego’s Little Italy.” It is Hugs’ brother-in-law, whom I identified above by the pseudonym, Mr. Neurotic. …

Other shadowy characters are the legendary Mr. Hugs and his powerful and rich brother-in-law, Mr. Neurotic. Gossip spreads the rumors that their families got their start by discreetly listening to gangsters in the 1930s while they shined their shoes, overhearing horse racing and other gambling…

Undaunted, Mr. Cool again invites me to dinner to negotiate other supposedly mutually beneficial business propositions, and he decides to give me a freebie. As the boat is rocking and we are eating, he casually advises, “Here’s a free tip. At the Del Mar race…

We enter the place, I feel as if I have walked through the doors of a fancy Las Vegas casino. I hear the sounds of cash flow. I hear dice thrown across crap tables with people yelling; roulette wheels spinning; and the bass from loud…

I’ve agreed to scope out one of Mr. Cool’s operations. He picks me up at my home in a long black Cadillac. He tells me, “I want you to know that all of the guests you will meet tonight own mountains. In fact, the gentleman…

“At my table I have with me Siegfried of the famed team Siegfried and Roy. Siegfried, I hear you and Roy change the opening of your show when Richard was in the audience, can you elaborate?” “Sure, Jon, but it’s all for show. Shortly before…