I had forgotten, or never knew, some of that extra craziness after the Amy Fisher mess. Geez. One of the main things I do recall is that my mom took to answering the phone “Buttafuoco residence.” His ickiness was the gift that kept on giving for quite awhile. But I must have blocked out all that tabloid nonsense that followed. And I don’t remember that Amy had an accomplice. How about those 2, or was it 3, little psycho friends of her who were so nonchalant about how they were going to help kill Mary Jo but they couldn’t get a clear shot, or they shot and missed. Ho hum.
Joey aged better than I would have expected. I wonder if he gets his hair straightened now, or if that old pubic-hair mullet of his was a perm.