LOL at bein' a guido. I live in Southern California, Orange County. I look Mexican (this being So Cal it's not surprising to be assumed Mexi and I've always identified with Mexican culture because of this, than and I love Mexican girls). My mom looks like Scarlett Johansson and my old man like an extra from American Me or background actor in True Lies. LOL! Well my old man looks like an older, Italian John Stamos or Armand Assante with very dark, brown eyes.

When I was an infant my mom was pushing me in a grocery cart at the local grocery store when an old New York retiree came up to hear and proclaimed, "Oh, my what a guido baby!". They story's always made me laugh. When I hit 9th grade I rocked faded blue jeans, or brown dickies, a wife beater (no one knows what the fuck a dago is in Cali) and an open track jacket. Barbell curls and Marlboro lights were my best friends. Yeah, I had a real bad guido phase. Often slicking back my thick curly hair that sure as hell no one did at my high school.

In Canada were called 'ginos'; just a tidbit of knowledge.

Oh, and my guido phase ended with the ending of 10th grade, you know when I discovered jogging and real fitness.

"The Feds are a business Anthony, millions of tax dollars are invested in watching your ass, sooner or later, just like you, their gonna want a return on their investment." --- Neil Mink, Tony Soprano's lawyer