Articles by Alan Lindbloom

The King Chronicles – Episode 3: The Family Has Many Toes

Joe popped another black olive in his mouth and washed it down with a raw-egg protein shake. These numbers ain’t adding up, he thought to himself. Something ain’t right here. He wasn’t the smartest guy, he knew that, but he was a numbers guy who paid close attention to his money—what came in and what went out. And something just wasn’t adding up here. Literally. Joe Scroi, better known as “Joe Zaps,” was one of…


The Lindbloom Chronicles: My Return To Detroit…

Reading Time: Episode 13: My Return To Detroit… So, the last I left off I was still in New York and had just hit some major scores in the check fraud racket, which allowed me to sit back for a few weeks. It was around this time I applied for a job bouncing at a strip club called “Flashdancers.” The manager, a guy named Nunzio, was connected to my people in Brooklyn so he hired…


The King Chronicles – Episode 2: The Robin Hood

Unlike most 19-year-olds, King started his day early, a trait instilled in him by his grandfather. “A lazy man sleeps in and waits to meet his fate. An ambitious man is up early and makes his own,” his grandfather would always say. And King lived by those words. He hung on his grandfather’s every word, for his grandfather was the man he aspired to be. King now sat in the office of his new headquarters,…


The King Chronicles – Episode 1: When Zoron Meets The King

Zoron took a swig of his cheap whiskey and slammed his glass on the table. “Tony, I don’t like those fucking punk ass kids over there…” he growled. “Fuckers remind me of the little punks we had to deal with in the joint.” Tony chuckled and took a pull of his cigar. “Relax, old friend,” he said, watching the group of teenagers shoot a game of 9-ball. “They’re just kids. We were all kids once.”…


The Lindbloom Chronicles: The Big Money Check Scam

Reading Time: Episode 12: The Big Money Check Scam So… I last left off in New York, having helped my Lucchese crew boss, Veto, muscle some Dominicans out of the Brooklyn heroin market. That whole episode worked out well for Veto and his higher-ups. They were making millions from the heroin trade in Brooklyn and other parts of New York City. But us low-level grunts, unfortunately, were pretty much left to fend for ourselves when…


The Lindbloom Chronicles: The Knickerbocker Ave. Bambino Squeeze

Reading Time: Episode 11: The Knickerbocker Avenue Bambino Squeeze (WARNING: Graphic Images) So, it’s been a while since my last Chronicle. And there is a good reason for that. Simply put, I’ve been busy. Promoting my two novels and new clothing line, “Our Thing” Apparel, which just recently debuted in its first store. Needless to say, I’ve had my hands full the last few months. But I suppose I can’t complain. I mean, radio interviews…


The Lindbloom Chronicles: Garment District and Textile Scam

Reading Time: Episode 10: The New York Garment District and Textile Scam So one day I get a call from Tommy, one of my industrious new partners. He says he’s on his way with Vince to pick me up—to do some “mining.” I have no idea what the hell that is, but I don’t bother asking, figuring it’s just some New York term I wasn’t familiar with. We ended up meeting a guy named Carlo,…


The Lindbloom Chronicles: Hiding in New York

Reading Time: Episode 9: Hiding In New York “Appropriating” that guy’s gun collection stirred up a hornet’s nest of trouble for me, because the ATF and Feds got involved after a few of the guns popped up in raids and arrests. Now I had the Feds, ATF, and some State cop with a hard-on for me hot on my tail. When my grandfather, Peter Paul Tocco, learned that the Feds were building a case against…


To Be a King: Chapter 4

TO BE A KING Copyright © 2017 by Gunner Alan Lindbloom Cover design 2017 by Ryan MacKay After his short but productive shopping excursion, King took Madonna on a guided tour of his old neighborhood, an area of Detroit’s upper eastside built by immigrant Italian stonemasons back in the 1920’s. Situated along the uppermost reaches of the Detroit River and adjacent to the affluent suburb of Grosse Pointe, it had once been one of the…


The Lindbloom Chronicles: The Bloodhound

Reading Time: Episode 8: The Bloodhound Collections became my primary job for the Family. I would have loved to have been involved in some of the more lucrative rackets, but because I was a “difetto” (only half Sicilian on my mother’s side), my uncles knew I could only rise so far in the Family. So they just used me as a sort of auxiliary soldier whenever they needed to get something done. Collections was my…


To Be a King: Chapter 3

TO BE A KING Copyright © 2017 by Gunner Alan Lindbloom Cover design 2017 by Ryan MacKay Madonna stepped into the room and stared down at the man sleeping in her bed. He was lying on his stomach, face down, completely naked. He was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, real life or otherwise. A solid mass of corded muscle, with the dark Mediterranean looks that most women find irresistible. His skin was smooth…


The Lindbloom Chronicles – Chop Shops and Squeeze Plays

Reading Time: Episode 7: Chop Shops and Squeeze Plays Like I mentioned previously, before I got locked up I lived a strange double life, one that in many ways was very lonely because I only had a few close friends, and almost none of them knew how heavy I was into the streets. Funny, just yesterday I talked to my good friend Mark, and he told me that after reading some of these Chronicles he…


To Be a King: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 TO BE A KING Copyright © 2017 by Gunner Alan Lindbloom Cover design 2017 by Ryan MacKay Omnio “King” Falcone spent his last night in prison tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position on his lumpy mattress. But he was far too anxious to sleep. He’d spent the last eight years formulating a master stratagem that he promised to implement if a day ever came when he was released from prison….


The Lindbloom Chronicles – A Double Life & Scab Poker Games

Reading Time: Episode 6: Enforcement Muscle After high school, I lived a strange sort of double life. I had my normal friends, and then I had my cousins and the guys I hustled with. I tried working a few odd jobs, but hated manual labor and I always quit after a few days. I used to joke and tell people, “I think I’m allergic to work.” I was a hustler at heart. I knew how…