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| A New Life | Started by: DariusBrasi on Jan 07, '18 20:10 |
| From a young age I knew I was no good. In the streets of south philly I would steal from the local convenience store, fight other kids, and just be overall a little shit.. When my parents asked what I did all day I would lie and say I was just playing stickball. I knew the life of crime was for me, but I also knew what the outcome of choosing that life would be. As a result when I was turned 18 years old enlisted in the service to fight in WWI. I didn’t know how much the war would change me. No one did really. I still remember life in the trenches. Specifically the smell. The smell of the rats, the gas, and the dead. It was the closest I ever felt to hell itself. I had no doubt that I would die in the trenches. How could a punk like me survive such a ordeal? I can still hear the screams from the Germans as they charged our position, the screams as the machine gunners tore them limb from limb. I can still see the face of the German that I had to take his life. He looked relieved that it was all over for him as I shoved my bayonet into his chest. I don’t know how I survived the trenches but I knew if I did make it back home I would do what must be done for a better life than a life in the trenches. | |
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After the war it was back to south Philly. I worked at a butcher shop for about 4 years. My boss/s name was Frank but everyone called him Frankie the Butcher. He was the one who introduced me to the life. One night I was closing up shop. I was going through my normal routine checking the register, cleaning up you know the usual. While doing inventory in the freezer I saw some poor bastard in the deep freezer, he looked like he was frozen alive. Real sick shit! I threw up at the sight of it. Once /i got my composure I turned around to see Frankie with a butcher Knife staring through my soul. I told him jokingly, "hey you want me to get rid of it?" he nodded and from there I started my journey in the mafia. |
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| Reply by: DariusBrasi at Jan 09, '18 00:41 | |
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| The first couple of months was a breeze. I did the easy stuff, snatching purses, pickpocketing unaware civilians and other rival crews in philly. Making collection runs for Frankie all the stuff a young thug has to do in order to move up and make money. Eventually Frankie gave my a corner so I could get into the dope game. I had no clue what I was doing but I put on my best salesman voice and I was on the streets doing what needed to be done. Frankie took twenty percent off the top which was no big deal. Everything went smooth until a couple punks from the west side marched on our turf. One night I was handling business on the corner. It was another very successful day on my corner. I started to walk home to count the money. As I was walking by a car cuts me off on the sidewalk and three men get out and chase me. I was out quick, hopping fences, pulling down trash cans to slow them down you name it I did it to avoid getting jacked. I slipped into a dark alleyway where I thought I could avoid getting spotting. I hear them racing past me so I waited about two minutes to caught my breath before I ventured elsewhere. Unfortunately for me one of those punks stayed back and as soon as I crept out of the alley I had a gun pointed to my face as he ordered me to hand over all of the money I earned that day. Knowing I was bested I did what he said. However it got worst when the other two punks caught up to me. “You tell Frankie this is Luciano turf now you prick.” Then I got jumped. | |
| Reply by: DariusBrasi at Jan 10, '18 17:06 | |
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Pure adrenaline was the only way I made it back to the meat locker to tell Frankie what happened. The only thing I remember was I made it to the door before I collapsed. The next day I awake in my bed. Dr. Robert the family's mob doctor was checking my pulse. "You took a good ass beating kid" I tried no muster a smile but what came out was moaning. "Its alright kid, you still got your ugly mug. You actually escaped with only a couple of bruises and a minor concussion." I gave the doc a nod and closed my eyes to head back to sleep. A couple of hours past, Frankie in my room cursing up a storm. "Motherfuckers wanna go to war, then war they will fucking get." I mumbled loud enough to get my boss's attention. "kid your up, What the fuck was you doing on the block by yourself!?" I guess I was being greedy, not wanting to divide the take from the corner. "Don't worry kid were gonna get those bastards that mugged you and they will hang." I nodded, mumbled that I want to pull the fucking trigger but it came out nothing like that. "You'll be back on your feet in no time get get some sleep." |
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| Reply by: DariusBrasi at Jan 13, '18 01:47 | |
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A couple of weeks pasted and I was back to my same old ways. Except things had gotten a lil more violent. So I recruited a couple of wise guys under me for protection. We was beefing with another click out in south Jersey. They didn't have ties with anyone so they had no respect for how to properly handle business. I'll teach them though. I got a tip from a NJ cop that they the whereabouts of the punk ringleader. I assembled my crew and in the we left philly at 2AM to pay the guy a visit. The guy lived on a farm so no one would be able to hear him or his family scream. I picked the lock and me and my two goons sneak in undetected. I told Paully to watch the kids room while me and Kyle pay this fool a visit. "Alright on three. One, two, THREE!" Kyle kicked in the door waving the tommy gun at our sleeping beauty. I only asked one question "where Luciano?" "Shit man I don't know" "ok Kyle shoot the bastard" " wait wait" as he started to piss his pants, "Luciano stays at Atlantic City near the boardwalk, please I was just following orders." I walked up to the poor bastard and said, "sucks to suck" pulled out my pistol and shot two times killing him. His wife starts crying, I throw her a couple hundred bucks, "go buy yourself a nice dress and go find a doctor or lawyer to marry lady, this life isn't for the faint hearted." |
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| Reply by: DariusBrasi at Jan 28, '18 16:52 | |
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