Mogul home

I had dinner with some co-workers tonight. Afterwards, we left the restaurant and walked up Mercer Street in SoHo, just a few blocks away from my apartment. A black Mercedes Maybach pulled over right next to us, and out stepped two men. I barely gave them a glance as they quietly entered an apartment building. In truth, I hadn't even noticed that a $400,000 car had just deposited a couple of nondescript guys on the very sidewalk I was on until my co-worker recognized one of them. "That was Irv Gotti. The other guy must have been his bodyguard."

So now I know where Irv Gotti lives. If you don't know who Irv Gotti is, or don't care, this post is not for you.