Native Rhode Islander here.

Escaped as soon as I possibly could.

The straw, for me, was the night I was awaken by a very strange and awful noise.

Looked out my bedroom window to see a man tied to the bumper of an unidentified vehicle being dragged through the streets of a generally safe and quiet neighborhood.

My Rhode Island ashtray was completely full everyday thereafter.

Buddy Cianci, though.

Caserta pizza on the Hill.