After walking down the street you find a piece of paper with some writing on it. Picking the piece of paper up you notice it's a story about a young Mafioso from New York. You begin to read as the wind dies down on a brisk evening….

As a young boy growing up in Brooklyn, New York I knew that my life would one day all make sense. The anger I felt in my veins was never normal, but is anyone truly normal?

Back to the days before I was in the Marine Corps was an interesting time, especially with my father….

I remember the days when my father, Absolut would tell me about some of the business he got into while working in St. Louis. He would tell me about how even as a young gangster he had more common sense than those around him.

Then again he did die a young Made Man. Moving on as the story goes.

My father always tried to get me to follow in his foot steps, but I didn't see anything honorable in killing sleeping bums and dealing drugs to people that really didn't need it. Especially the mass amounts of youth's that seemed to always find a way to get their hands on the stuff.

As I grew a bit older and my father was a Wise Guy in St. Louis I began looking more towards the thought of killing, by killing I mean the Marine Corps. I always had a thing for guns especially sniper rifles. I found it quite interesting how many of my friends decided to enlist, I too ended up becoming a Jarhead…..

As you get towards the bottom of the piece of paper the story cut's off. You place the paper back on a table for the next Mafioso whose eye it catches will have the chance to have a quick read on a fine night.