Sadly, I am thought of as 1972, Last Tango in Paris-era Brando and not Streetcar Named Desire-era Brando, because there was a time in my life where I actually “coulda been a contender.”

Okay, let me stuff cotton balls in my cheeks, before we begin…

Buona Aura…

We’ve known each other many weeks, but this is the first time you ever came to me for counsel or for help. I can’t remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my story is inspiration for your new creative child. But let’s be frank here. You never wanted my friendship. And, uh, you were afraid to be in the my debt…

[one sentence, just one lousy sentence]

…You don’t even think to call me Godfather.

[you say Godfather and kiss my… never mind]

Good. Someday, and that day may never come, I’ll call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day — accept this favor as a gift on our book’s 3/4 birthday.

What was the favor, again?