Gunner Lindbloom on the Detroit Underworld

Former Detroit mobster Alan “Gunner” Lindbloom finished a 13-year prison term last year. While inside, he decided that thug life was not for him, so he put down the gun and picked up the pen, so to speak.


Alan “Gunner” Lindbloom.
He is related to Detroit's infamous Tocco family through his mother. His book, To Be A King, is available now. 

The following is excerpted from The National Crime Syndicate's interview with him. It includes a little anecdote centered on how Gunner, one drunken evening in a nightclub in Manhattan, hit on Luchese crime family boss Vittorio "Little Vic" Amuso's girl....
Where did the nickname ‘Gunner’ come from?

Alan: Believe it or not, my real middle name is Gunner. Originally, my father wanted to name me Gunner. But my Sicilian grandparents Tocco wanted my name to be Alanzo. There was a lot of contention between both sides of my family over this, but eventually a compromise was reached: my name would be “Alan” (a shortened Americanized version of Alanzo) and my middle name would be “Gunner.” Growing up, everyone just called me Al. But as I got older, some of the old-time wiseguys and my closest friends began calling me by my middle name, Gunner. Don’t laugh, but my wife calls me “Gunny.”






From a Detroit Partnership perspective, if you think back to one particular moment, where you felt on top of the world – what would that moment have been?

Well, there were a lot of good times, even if I was always looking over my shoulder for the Feds, always worrying about prison. There are a few great days financially I could mention, but to be honest, the best memories I have had nothing to do with money, but rather how I was treated by other Families when traveling out of town. My grandfather and uncles had a lot of friends and associates in other Families, particularly Chicago, New York, and Miami. So, whenever I’d travel to these cities, my grandfather or uncle would call ahead to these associates and let them know I was coming to town. Sometimes they would really roll out the red carpet. Guys would pick my friends and me up at the airports and drive us to our hotels. They’d show us around town and bring us to their clubs and restaurants, where they’d comp us our meals and drinks. I never knew what their bosses told them about who I was, or who my grandfather was, but they always treated me like I was a celebrity.

Miami was a favorite because these guys from the Trafficante crew would pick us up at the airport and chauffeur us around like we were big shots. I mean, they would put us up in these plush condos in South Beach. They’d bring us to all the hottest nightclubs, where everyone would know them. They would introduce us as “good friends from Detroit,” and they never let us pay for anything. I remember one weekend we partied on some huge yacht with a bunch of bikini models. The booze, the “party favors,” the girls, it was like a scene out of Scarface of something. I guess the boat was owned by some big coke dealer. At least that’s what I was told.

Trips to New York were similar. My Uncle Sal was tight with some Lucchese guys who always took care of my crew and me when we went to NYC. I remember when I was 18, I was in a nightclub in Brooklyn on New Year’s Eve. I was drunk as hell and started hitting on this beautiful chick who turned out to be Victor Amuso’s girl. When the Lucchese guys with us saw me, they came over and said, “Hey, Al, what the fuck are you doing? That’s the boss’s girl!” A few years later I’d end up moving to that exact Brooklyn neighborhood and worked for some of Amuso’s guys. But because I was a Tocco from Detroit, the old-time bosses always showed me a lot of respect. They really rolled out the red carpet whenever I came to town. So, I suppose from “the life” standpoint, those are some of my fondest memories.

How hard has it been for you to adapt to life on the outside? What have you found hardest to adjust to?
Surprisingly, transitioning from 13 years of prison to freedom has been easy. Which I attest to (A) God and (B) my wife and family always having money on their phones so I could call home. Talking to her and my family helped me stay in touch with the “real world.” Guys tend to lose touch with reality if they never talk to anyone from the outside world. After years and years on the inside, with little or no contact with people from the outside world, their minds start to break. Prison life consumes them. They forget what reality is like. It’s both sad and sick at the same time. It’s not worth talking about the things I saw in prison, but just know that it isn’t pretty when a man’s mind breaks. It’s even worse when thousands of men with broken minds are housed in close proximity for years, even decades. Prison can be a very violent and evil place.

I suppose the hardest thing for me to adjust to has been modern technology. For example, I’m still figuring out how to pay for gas at the pump with a credit card. I never seem to get it right. I sometimes have to sign for things using a digital pen! I went from writing my books on a prison typewriter with 1960’s technology to doing my final edits on a Mac Book Pro. The stereo system in my Jeep is controlled by an iPad. I’m bombarded all day long with Facebook notifications and messages. Before I went to prison, I’d never even sent a text message. Now I’m surrounded by Star Trek technology! Sometimes it can be hard to stay focused on work. And I know it also annoys my wife sometimes. But she understands I’m still adapting.


Once you are in the mob, there is rarely an exit door to getting out. Were you tempted at picking back up from where you left off?


Okay, I need to clarify again that a guy is only ALL the way in if he takes the oath. Since I’m a “difetto,” or half-breed Sicilian on my mother’s side, the oath was never an option for me. So, I was never all “in.” Not in the sense that some people see it. I was just an associate who happened to be born into a Family. I did work and was a good earner for my uncles over the years, but I always saw myself as a sort of lone wolf. I did answer to my Uncles Sal and Pete Tocco, but I never took an oath or anything like that. They were all the way “in” and had no way of getting out. Both are dead now so I have no problem putting that on record. They were good guys who expressed on many occasions that I was lucky to have an out, which they did not. Sometimes it was almost as if they were envious of me, because I actually could walk away without recourse, an option they didn’t have.

As for picking up where I left off? The answer is unequivocally no. I gave almost 30 years to that life, 13.3 of it in prison. I love the simple, humble, private life I now live far up north, out in the woods, working from home with my wife. It’s bliss. No cops. No guns. No Feds. No lawyers. No looking over my shoulder or in my rearview mirror for cops. I sleep like a rock and wakeup free of stress and anxiety. I made it through 15 years on the street and 13 years in prison. I have no desire to go back to my old life.


You must have seen and heard plenty of events during your time in the Syndicate, what were the main events that stick out most in your mind that you were either part of, or witnessed?

Alan: Well, one of the scariest events was back in the late 1990s, when I was picked up by the Feds and brought in for questioning. It was right after a big FBI sting called “Operation Game Tax,” where a bunch of guys got indicted for running sports books and casino nights. My uncle and one of his guys I worked with had been brought in a few days before me, and they ended up doing some time over it. But I had no idea the Feds were looking at me. I was involved in so many criminal rackets at the time they could have wanted me for any of a dozen crimes.


So there I was this federal bullpen in downtown Detroit. They stuck me in a windowless office and gave me a cup of coffee, just like in the movies. Then in came these two G-Men who really started pouring it on. They were telling me I was going to get 30 years if I didn’t tell them who and what. They were all calm, saying, “We know you’re in the Mafia. We know who you work for. We found the money. We got you on film…” At first I was like, Shit, these motherfuckers got me! Not long before this I had collected over a million dollars from a bunch of bookies after the Super Bowl, so I thought that was what they were referring to. But something began to tell me they were bluffing, just throwing shit out there to see what I might say. You know, fishing. They were sure I was a someone, but I told them I was a nobody and had no idea what the hell they were talking about. When I clammed up and demanded to see my lawyer, they had to release me because they had no evidence against me. I’d later learn that Detroit’s OCT (Organized Crime Taskforce) brought over 90 guys like me in for questioning. Sadly, a couple guys cracked, but that’s a story for another day.


Is there anything that you regret from your time in the mob, or wish you had done differently?

Alan: I regret getting caught and going to prison! Haha, just kidding. Honestly, I regret it all. I know my previous life helped shape who I am, but I honestly regret it all. I lost so many years to prison and jail. But then, I also understand that this was God’s plan for me. Prison was my destiny. I know it sounds cliché, but prison was the best thing that ever happened to me. Before prison, I was on a road that surely would have led to death or at the very least life in prison. But prison saved me from myself and gave me the time to cultivate my love for writing. I wrote 8 novels while I was locked up, which was something I would have never done in the streets, even though I’ve always known I had the gift. In fact, you wouldn’t be reading this right now if I’d never gone to prison. Prison also helped me learn who my true friends and family are—the ones who always wrote me, always put money on the phone, always sent me money for commissary, and always stayed in my corner. Now I know who counts and who doesn’t. If there is one thing that prison does, it tells you who your real friends and loved ones are.


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Comments

  1. Very good article, Ed. I also enjoy reading about my buddy Alan.

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  2. Is this guy really part Sicilian? What is his mom's real madien name? Alanzo is not a Sicilian or an Italian name. Did he mean Alonzo?

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