I am currently on vacation in Key West sipping a fruity-looking tropical drink poolside next to a pretty girl, so rather than spend my Friday stressing out about World War II I'll post a timely story I wrote earlier this week for HistoryRoll.com about one of the most romantic things to ever happen to 1920s gangland Chicago: The St. Valentine's Day Massacre.
The article can be found here:
I'll be back next week with a badass Sons of Anarchy-style story about a guy who infiltrated one of the world's most insane motorcycle gangs so that he could bring them down from the inside. It'll be fucking nuts.
In the mean time, here's a picture of me on vacation.