Fast forward, six years later, it was the night of my twenty-first birthday party, a night in which everyone celebrated with extensive alcohol because I was legally old enough to drink. My dad rented off a whole upscale club in Florida and flew out a ton of people to be there for the event. It was huge and amazing. A lot of dancing, talking, negotiating, and overall attention on me. I'll admit, I'm vain. I try not to be too arrogant about it because arrogant people are just really annoying, but I can't help looking at myself in the mirror sometimes and thinking 'I'm jealous of me.'
Kidnapped by the Italian Mafia
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