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Ticket Man : Inside the Criminal Underworld of New York City by Woodson James (2016, Trade Paperback)
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Product Identifiers
PublisherRichards, John
ISBN-100998382302
ISBN-139780998382302
eBay Product ID (ePID)234314407
Product Key Features
Book TitleTicket Man : inside the Criminal Underworld of New York City
LanguageEnglish
TopicOrganized Crime
Publication Year2016
IllustratorYes
GenreTrue Crime
AuthorWoodson James
FormatTrade Paperback
Dimensions
Item Height0.4 in
Item Weight8.6 Oz
Item Length9 in
Item Width6 in
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Intended AudienceTrade
SynopsisOrphaned and homeless in New York City at 14 years old in 2009, Carlo Juliano lived on the streets to survive until a local crime family boss, Johnny Toracio, gave him a job, his own place to live, and mentored him into a life as a gangster. For the next few years, Carlo flourished on the streets of New York befriending leaders of construction scams, art theft rings, drug cartels, biker gangs, extortion rackets, gambling, and cybercrime. In 2015, a series of events ignited a treacherous power struggle for control of New York City's underworld., #1 True Crime Best Seller from Woodson James about Mafia boss Johnny Toracio and his bookie protege Carlo Juliano. Orphaned and homeless in New York City at 14 years old, Carlo Juliano lived on the streets to survive until a local crime family boss, Johnny Toracio, gave him a job, a place to live, and a mentor for his new life as a gangster. For the next few years, Carlo flourished on the streets of New York befriending leaders of construction scams, art theft rings, drug cartels, biker gangs, extortion rackets, gambling, and cybercrime. "A lot of people talk about heaven and hell. I know where I'm going. I have a lot of friends down there, and I sent a lot of my enemies there too. They will all be waiting for me. You can put money on that." Johnny Toracio, Salerno Crime Family. Sample from the Chapter titled: The Life that Chose Me. My name is Carlo Juliano. It was October 10, 2009.I heard a gunshot and thud hit the ground behind me. I turned around and saw my dad on his back with a blank stare. I lost my breath as a cold shudder ran down my spine. In a few minutes, my life changed forever. A mob hit man murdered my dad on a public street in broad daylight. Earlier that year, my mom overdosed on heroin. At 14 years old, I was orphaned and homeless. In the aftermath, I felt scared, afraid, anxious, rejected, alone, unloved, and depressed. I figured out how to survive by stealing food like candy and bologna at local grocery stores, and then eating it at a nearby park on a bench. I slept in unlocked parked cars on neighborhood streets. Every now and then, I woke up in the middle of the night in tears staring at the moon and stars. I wondered, "What happened to my life?"Two months later, it was a cold, crisp night with light flurries during the holidays. I wandered the streets aimlessly trying to distract myself by looking at decorations in shop windows. I walked past a bar owned by Johnny Toracio several times. He sat at a table inside alone near the front window looking out at the street. He was an important person in the neighborhood. Each time I passed, my grief-stricken eyes met his thoughtful gaze. A few minutes before midnight, he opened the front door intercepting my path and calmly lit his cigarette. He took a deep drag and squinted his eyes looking intently at me. December 24, 2009. JOHNNY: Hey kid, I knew your mom and old man. Where are you going? CARLO: I don't know. JOHNNY: Come in here for a moment. It is cold outside. How are you doing? CARLO: I'm alright. JOHNNY: Where are you sleeping tonight? CARLO: Nowhere. JOHNNY: I'm getting ready to leave. You're sleeping here. This place is yours tonight. I'll grab you some blankets and a pillow. Here are the keys to the back door. Leave the front door locked. There is food in the bar fridge. I'll check on you tomorrow afternoon. I have to visit my ex-wife's house and kid in the morning. If you need to leave, go through the back, and lock up. There is a mattress in the room on the right in the back. Here are the remotes for the televisions above the bar. I got to go, see you kid. Why are you smiling so big? CARLO: I met you. JOHNNY: You met me? Hey, what are you doing for dinner tomorrow night? CARLO: Nothing, I'm wide open. JOHNNY: You want to come to my mother's house? I'm heading over there.
