Sometimes I feel like I am Christopher; like ‘Jesus’. And Tony Soprano is riding in the backseat like ‘God’. We are out for some debt collecting in a rich neighbourhood and our navigator is Paulie like ‘St. John the Devine’ with his map ‘Revelation’. He holds the map that takes us to each man’s door that owes us. I check Tony in the rear-view mirror and as I pull up the car at the drive of another schmook; I and Tony get out all business like to collect another debt with a knock at the door and some ‘not-so-polite’ enquiries. Paulie stays in the car and minds his own business; that’s what we pay him to do. When the Big Man knocks at your door you answer true or there will be Hell to Pay. It is like we are the messengers of fate and death and consequences. The suckers always cough up though; seems like they have no choice. Another day, another dollar.