Aramis

My uncle was basically living

in Acapulco, so he would give me a list of stuff to bring from his Aramis cologne, his English ovals he smoked.

He wanted a couple of guns to have there.

I was stupid.

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He beckons nephew and employee Tommy Russo to fly a bag to the Presidente in Acapulco, containing dirty cash, cartons of English ovals, a bottle of Aramis cologne, and a couple of handguns.

He must have been running late for the plane because he mistakenly packed his pistol and some ammunition in his baggage.

He's always smelling of...

He's got a nice cologne, like Aramis or something.

How close are you to your neighbor? You know, I'm like a...

I mean, it sounds like you have a fear with your neighbor or something.

You know, I...

No man can tell me how the guy smells.

And how would you know that it is Aramis?

Well, there just are no colognes, you know?