Chapter 2

Tony decided to make his way up to the Bada Bing for the party.

He had changed into some new clothes from before, seeing as he was covered in blood and tears.

While he was looking for some new underwear, he had realized that he was all out.

Tony became very frustrated.

"Motherfuckin', cocksuckin' underwear, where the fuck are you?"

Tony finally had to settle on wearing one of Carmela's g-strings.

It didn't feel half bad.

He modeled himself in the mirror and smiled, his chipped tooth glistening.

"You know, I look kind of like a bull dog or somethin' when I smile." He thought to himself.

That thought suddenly made him very angry.

"Motherfucker!" Tony shouted.

Then he went down the stairs and got into his car.

He took out his phone and began to call Silvio to confim his coming when he remembered that Sil was still in his coma.

Tony became very angry and started to bash on the wheel and the dashboard.

"Motherfucker! When are you going to wake the fuck up, you dangly lipped prick?"

Suddenly, that all too familiar feeling started to overcome him; a panic attack was coming on.

He began to dial the number for Melfi when he remembered that she had cut him out of her life.

"That goddamn miserable cunt! I hope she slips on her magazines and gets raped!"

All that screaming was the final nail in his coffin.

Tony went down like a house of cards, crashing into the side of the Bada Bing.

His body flew from the seat and onto the strippers' stage.

His clothes had ripped off from the crash, and he was now lying unconscious in the g-string.