As I was walking down a familiar street on my crew's turf I noticed some scuffling coming from a back alley. Usually this was not a big thing for myself, but I decided to investigate the noise. I quietly headed to the source to find two young men fighting. I decided to let it go on for a while longer because it amused me honestly.

I pulled out my gun and fired a round to get their attention.

What seems to be the problem here gentlemen?

Both of them were unfamiliar to me and they looked to be pretty angry at each other.

This piece of shit thug thought he could pull a fast one on me and take all my money.

I thought out the situation and decided what the hell. I didnt have anything else to do today and teaching a lesson to a kid is always fun.

Well, I can't say I am a saint but I do believe I can help you out.

I pointed my gun at the young man that tried to rob the other and fired a shot directly into his kneecap. Blood shot out and he fell in an agonizing scream.

You wont be robbing again now will you? Not without a good knee to fight or run on. Now get the hell out of my sight before I decide to put another bullet in you.

The young man crawled away in apparent pain. Now I could turn my attention to the other guy. He told me that he had tried to sell drugs to the kid and that he was threatened when the transaction was to happen.

Listen lad, I know all about the drug trade and honestly its not the best idea for someone of your standards to be doing. Go to school or something, and stop with the petty bull shit.

We argued over this and that to find that his father was extremely wealthy. He owned some fishing company up in Maine. Poor kid. His dad was rich and he got everything he ever wanted. But, with a wealthy father and a couple hundred miles seperating them, I decided to do something I had not done in a VERY long time. Kidnapping. I hit the kid over the head with my pistol and took him back to my hideout. After he came about I asked him what his father's address was. It was in Midtown. Perfect.

I wrote up a letter demanding one-hundred thousand dollars and sent it out to his dad with the help of one of my goons. I told him to meet me in Brooklyn at one 'o clock in the morning the next day, no cops, no friends or family.

The next day came around and I headed up to Brooklyn to make the deal. The kid was in the back crying. What a schmuck. I pulled over on the opposite side of the street. I saw the man's car pull up to the spot and waited to let him know of my presence. Just to make sure there was no funny business going on. When I felt comfortable enough I flicked my lights. I got the kid out of the car and headed to a secluded area and waited for his father. He walked up carrying a duffle bag.

What have you done with my son! If he is hurt in any way I swear Ill...

Youll what?! I said. Shut the hell up and give me the bag.

I opened it up to see every last crisp bill awaiting me. The sweet sweet smell of money.

Here you can have the little shit.

I threw the kid to the ground and walked off feeling satisfied. One large in the bag and a lesson tought to some kid that thought he could be a thug. A good day to me. I drove off to my crew's bar and decided to buy a few rounds for everyone. Everything went just as planned, and in just a New York Minute I had a payday.