I like to keep it traditional. First, I wake up at 4:30 a.m. to do some light stretching and mentally prepare myself for the day’s goonery.
After suiting up in the standard-issue black slacks and tucked-in polo—mob logo tastefully embroidered over the heart—I head to the warehouse. From there, it’s mostly standing in strategic corners, nodding silently, and occasionally adjusting my earpiece even though it's not connected to anything. Around noon we engage in synchronized intimidation walks, followed by a late lunch where everyone suspiciously eats sandwiches in total silence. The highlight of my day is dramatically opening unmarked crates and pretending I know what’s inside.
It’s not glamorous, but it’s honest gooning. And at the end of the day, I just love gooning with the boys.