Yeah, like the Godfather. This pretty much sums up my attitude for 2011.
So, what better way to let people know you want this level of ass-kissing than a big f**k-off Mafia Don ring on your pinky? I can’t think of one.
My need for instant gratification, therefore, led me directly to my favorite local pawn shop – Jerry’s on Piedmont. Genius. If you have never been to a pawn shop, I suggest you hit one soon. Mine (ok, I’ve been there twice) is a goldmine. After wading through some old eight track players and marquis cut diamelles, I found some very strong contenders that I could easily picture adorning the digits of any respectable mob boss. I wasn’t quite ready to pull the trigger, however. I mean, what if there were more intimidating rings out there?
My Internet search for “Mob Boss Rings” yielded few workable results so I went to Amazon and hit pay dirt. Huge, tacky and most importantly – rings that screamed my unspoken message to the world in all caps.
So if you, like me, want your jewelry to give the masses a heads up as to whom they are dealing with, start channeling Mr. Brando and getting the genuflection you deserve.