Originally Posted by TerminatorX5

half of my family lives on the H, and they recommended going there.. not really sure what his name was, but you know how it works - at the time, i stopped by, hey Lenny (or whatever name my cousin told me at the time), I am from Andrey, from the caviar shop... yeah, i need this crap installed... lol... you always go for the owner, yeah, i am friends with the owner, yeah, ask him, he knows me, we drink/fish/sleep/walk together, yeah... hahaha... i was at the staten island a weekend before the Sandy, and my friend was getting phone calls (on his vacation time!!), hey, can you send someone to fix that and this... like they can't call the office... no, they have to talk to the owner... lol...