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Former Detroit Mobster Gunner Lindbloom Not Just Another Fish Out of Water Story

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Former Detroit mob associate Alan “Gunner” Lindbloom recently finished a 13-year prison sentence for extortion, armed robbery, bank robbery, weapons violations, and a litany of other crimes. Gunner with the huge salmon he caught by his home in Northern Michigan. These days, however, he focuses on promoting his novels,  TO BE A KING , and his new gangster inspired line of clothing  “OUR THING” Apparel.  Oh yeah, he also spends a lot of time catching giant f&%king fish!! This is Gunner's new life—he’s an acclaimed novelist who writes about a fictional Detroit Mafia Family, and he is the CEO/owner of a Mafia-themed apparel line that was inspired by his books. (And for this story, I spoke to someone who probably knows him better than he knows himself: his wife, Maria.) Lindbloom was born into Detroit Mafia royalty; his mother was the cousin of Detroit’s legendary don of dons, Jack Tocco . Made members of the Detroit Mafia were about 100-strong in its 1960s ...

The Whacking of Charlie by TwoTonys, Part 2

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TwoTonys, a mobster from Detroit, served multiple life sentences for murders and violent crimes. He "left bodies from Tucson to Alaska, but claimed all his victims had it coming. " Picture from Gangster Report . Part 1 left off with TwoTonys getting angry at Charlie after Berego (a connection Charlie had vouched for) took Two Tonys’ money to Mexico and didn’t return with the agreed upon cocaine. And as I proceed to have a few drinks with Sal and a few grams of bullshit coke I’m getting fucked up – especially when I keep calling Louie and he tells me no show on Berego, and Charlie’s not around. So the bars close at 1am. Me and Sal go for coffee. Then he drops me off at my rental car (it’s a comp from the lame drunk on the fourth floor). I go back to the hotel. Louie is up in his suite. He’s got some personal blow. So I ask if Charlie is back. He says, “Yeah, he’s in his room down the hall.” He heard him come in. Now we got guns galore. I always pack a lig...