Man the thing about Tony Orlando is that he's a jealous motherfucker. I spent the early 70s banging Dawn (yes, both of them) and he couldn't take it. They kinda rubbed his face in it, actually, like dropping hints in stage banter, pretending the mic was my cock and fighting over it, that sort of thing.
So he makes a phone call and gets me added to a smuggling indictment naming Hector Argonotes as a co-conspirator. Argonotes was an infamous Ecuadoran rat who sent about 100 people away, and anybody he named got federal time See, the DEA had like 100 hours of tape on this guy just rattling off names to an agent. Anybody they wanted, he'd just spin it, like "When I mentioned el Gato Rojo, well that was this guy's nickname, and Gallo Púrpura, well, that was this other guy..."
So Orlando pulls some strings, and suddenly, my nombre para drogas is Bolsa Gigante, and I'm looking at doing a double sawbuck for some bullshit about flying a plane into a fucking quarterhorse ranch in Humboldt... just pure cockamamie bullshit.
Anyway, that took about a year to sort out, and during that time I had to leave Vegas because my entertainers' license was revoked from all this bullshit. Long story short, about ten years ago, I get a call to MC for Rip Taylor at the fucking Frontier or some shithole -- hey, it's work -- and when I check in to my room, this prick has the maid leave a head shot on my pillow.
Orlando, Cocksucker. Anyway, I got $45 for it on eBay from a menopausal ex-dental assistant in Berwyn. I see you get around those parts.
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