Don BlackBlack paces up and down one of the nutoriously bad back streets of Downtown, Detroit. He walks this beat on a weekly basis to make sure that the members of Detroit are keeping SpaceCowboy's streets clean. His weekly walks remind him of the days before he was made, snatching purses and conning poor schulbs. He continues his walk through the back streets, passing all of the places that he once called his. Finally he reached the one back street which is known to be the worst, Black Alley.

He remembered Black Alley from when he first moved to Detroit, it was dark, wet and smelt strongly of urine and fecaes. More notably, it did not have a name. This was, the alley way where Moff_Tarkin had picked him up way back when he was nothing but a civilian. Moff had trained him up into a Wiseguy. Taught him the basics of stealing from old ladies right up to how to run a successful prostitution ring. Unfortunately, just before BlackBlack had become a MadeMan, Moff passed away.

BlackBlack stood at the top of the Black Alley for at least an hour reminising on all of the old times. He had spent months running out of Black Alley and had cleaned it right up once he had got onto his feet. Before he came along it was just an old abandoned service alley with no name. Once he was done with it it was a beautiful clean alley full of life and joy, with drugs being produced reguarly and prostitutes servicing all of the local businessmen. When he had to move on he nailed up a sign to the alley and named it 'Black Alley'. Black Alley no longer had that same kind of life. BlackBlack had since become a Don and had moved away from the alley and onto bigger and better things.

He slowly walked into the alley only to be greeted by a druken homeless man begging him for cash. He threw $500 at him and said the following words:

"My friend, I was once like you, poor, homeless and helpless. Someone was kind enough to offer me the chance to do something with my life and look what I have now. I started with the same $500 you are about to. Goodluck."

The homeless man quickly scurried off. He did not seem as keen and eager as BlackBlack once did.

BlackBlack continued his walk along his alley he noticed the that it once again stunk of urine and faceas. However, unlike before, the alley did not feel completely lifeless. The walls were covered with graffiti and drawings. Some were extremely elaborate and others very simple. Many had signatures or quotes on them and some bared direct threats to unknown gangsters. BlackBlack slowly walked through the alley clearly taking in the new wall art. You could tell however, that he was looking for something. After about 2 hours of searching he threw himself to the ground and ran his hand along the bottom of the wall. He felt what he was searching for. His memory quickly threw him back to the first time he was ever here. He had on his way back home from his office where he was an accountant. As he walked past the alley way he heard a lady screaming for help. He ran in to the alley to assist the lady but was greated by 3 disrespectful homeless junkies. They beat him back and forth until they thought he was dead and stole his wallet and keys. He had never remembered any of this previously due to his bad head injuries.

BlackBlack's attention quickly returned to the carving he had found in the wall. He had woken up here next to it. It read:

Here lies the body of ***K ***P*ON who died defending an unknown woma....

The name was illegible as it had been kicked and worn away over the past few months. He wondered if he had written this before he has passed out on the day he walked into the alley way. Or was it just a coinsidence that he had woken up next to the engraving. He didnt remember much from the days before the mugging. All he knew is that from that day on he swore to keep the streets of Detroit clean and free from rapist scumbags.

He continued along the alley and came across a piece of art he had never seen before. He was ignorant of a lot of the pieces that he had seen previously because they were similar to others he has seen. This piece of art was only very small and insignificant and read as follows:

The Streets are ever evolving. Every piece up in them is significant, some are not as important as others but all of them have meaning. History repeats itself.

BlackBlack took great meaning from the quote and decided that he would run back to the people and address them about it his recent findings.

BlackBlack stands up out the front of his shoe shop starts to chat to the people surrounding him.

Dear friends, family, and other bystanders. Today, whilst on a walk throught the streets of this great world of ours I came accross a quote scribed into a wall that inspired me to think differently. The quote simply read, "The Streets are ever evolving. Every piece up in them is significant, some are not as important as others but all of them have meaning. History repeats itself."

I personally think that we can all take great meaning from this quote. Everything that any one of us is able to share with the rest of us is something that is significant and interesting. It may not appeal to all but it will at very least appeal to some. Some of the things that you have to share will be much more significant and exciting than that of some others, however this does not mean that anyones input into the streets is any less significant. The streets are ever evolving and will always continue to. History does repeat itself, I say let it!!! Just because something has already happened before does not mean it can not happen again! History repeats itself because when it does it is often done better than before!

I encourage you all to get involved in decorating our streets and filling our lives with new and interesting things to look at as we stroll along on our daily beats.

 

Don BlackBlack steps down from his little box and reverts back to his usual seated position outside of his shop. He wonders if anyone will take the time to notice what he has said. People seem too busy these days running around to take any notice of the great things that can be seen in the streets.

I like your intentions Don Black. Bringing life to the streets...as they evolve into whatever we may choose to make of them. We've seen the transformation of these streets multiple times. Sometimes soaked in blood, some times tunes of riddles, echoes of conspiracies, celebrations of city heads and lets not forget the competitions. If money and metal make up the anatomy of a mobster, these streets are certainly our blood lines. One without the other and well...your not doing something right! Can it be done? Yes! But most grand mobsters have the total package.

So back to the topic at hand.

History does repeat itself, I say let it!!! Just because something has already happened before does not mean it can not happen again! History repeats itself because when it does it is often done better than before!

I agree a lil but not completely. I believe in the circle of life, everything that rises will fall, history comes full circle....just the way it happens is different. And the way you make it happen is the difference between the past and present. But is the latter always better? I can't really say that. Your basing that off the assumption that ppl learned and took notes when the event first happened. If someone was oblivious to the event or just not around....odds are they never learned anything from the first event. So when it comes full circle the odds of them messing up are higher.

Now if you did watch an event and still make the mistake...can I say history repeats itself? Yes...better? No. Its not just about a scoreboard per say, its more how you put the points on the board. Like the best example I can think of...TheDean. First man to ever go against his city and live to tell the tale (as far as my history books go...so I could be off). Have others done that before? Yes...have they succeeded? No! How did TheDean survive? If you ask me, it was just strategy and part luck. At the end of that day...his city was gone. He was the only Made+ member of his crew by wars end. And then built an empire!

Would I call that a success story? Yes...but the way it happened allowed it to go down the way it did. I mean what are the odds...your last man standing?!?! 50 man crew slaughtered to 1 Don!

Hence back to my point. Its not so much what you do...your rate of success varies based on how you go around your actions. Cause nothing here goes according to plan!!!