What can be said about Tom Spira that has not already been written throughout eons of history by the greatest philosophers, theologians and bookies of each generation? He rules over his domain with an iron fist and cites the leadership influences of Stalin, Napoleon and the Empire carpet guy as the foundations of his supreme reign. Spira gazes down upon PY and scoffs, indignant at it’s paltry stature. The scorched earth that lay in Spira’s wake is indicative of his ability to defeat any challengers, punks and losers. Indeed, his majestic reign spans from Edgewater to Evanston, from Chinatown to Carol Stream, from the South Loop to Schaumburg. Thomas Q. Spira III, long may he reign.
