Until I was ten, my dad's main source of income was from bartending, and for several years in that period he worked at a place in Downtown Brooklyn that was a brisk walk from the borough's various courthouses. This is relevant for two reasons: the main one is a prize anecdote starring my dad's friend and coworker Jimmy, wherein during a particularly busy day at the restaurant John Gotti and retinue came in seeking strong drink and a bite to…

I'm actually okay with the fact that I need Wikipedia to keep track of who everyone is, I'm grudgingly okay with that not helping with the half dozen or so characters I flat out couldn't place even after looking them up, I'm even okay with the fucking thing being two and a half hours long despite the whole story being like "stop space Jay Leno from getting the glowy things otherwise the universe will go boom." I've loved less coherent…