One February evening in North Chicago, seven well-dressed men were found riddled with bullets inside the S.M.C Cartage Co. garage. They had been lined up against a wall, with their backs to their executioners and shot to death. With the exception of Dr. Reinhardt H. Schwimmer these men were mobsters working under the leadership of gangster and bootlegger, "Bugs" Moran. Within a few seconds, while staring at a bare brick wall, these seven men had become a part of Valentine's Day history: the St. Valentine's Day Massacre.
For the rest of the story, click on the photo or the text. Pretty wild if you ask me. This is way more entertaining than hearts and chocolates.
J and I celebrated Friday the 13th yesterday by killing zombies and watching Assault on Precinct 13 (the original). I had trouble falling asleep after that because I kept thinking hoodlums were trying to break into our apartment and all I had to defend myself with was my cup of water and maybe Yoshi (the man sleeping soundly beside would have been no use to me, given the whole sound asleep thing).
Happy V Day, and by that I mean vagina.