Osiris stepped off the boat breathing in the fresh air. It had been quite some time since his ancestors stepped foot in the country. Osiris smiled. He could tell that the mafia life hasn’t changed much. After finishing his joint, he picked up his bags and whistled a cab over. 

“Can you take me to this address?”

Osiris handed the driver a piece of paper and the driver nodded. ‘I’ll need to find some work’ He thought to himself. ‘In the meantime, I guess I’ll work on building grandfathers weed farm back up’

Osiris rolled the window down and began smoking another joint as he waited to reach his destination.

On His Travels to chicago Guv bumped into a guy who'd  just gotten out of a Taxi this guy was really lost looking like he was new in town guv apologized for knocking into the lost looking man "sorry about that are you new in town" after a brief conversation and discovering Osiris was in fact new around these parts he let the guy know if he was just here in chicago on business and would soon be heading home to Las Vegas but if osiris is ever in summerlin , LV he should drop by guvs house and say hello "there's always alot of things going down to make a buck in Lv and without a doubt some of the good fellas in Chicago will have there hands in a few pies too im sure youll be fine here but if you ever need some help feel free to give me a call" and with that guv continued on his journey .. 

NRA is lured to the voice of a man who is speaking of being fresh off the boat. Thinking to herself, fresh off the boat is what it's all about these days. She respectfully listens to what this man has to say for himself. She commences to her daily obligations, duly noting to check back with Osiris-  in hopes of at the very least, a synopsis of their work experience/ethics

She hails a cab and lights up

My thoughts with this headline goes for all refugees, they really are fresh off the boat.