Sitting down on that cafeteria, he still remembers as if it was yesterday.

My father, says to his friend, died right in this town. Right in this cafeteria. He didn't do anything wrong..

His Don and also Godfather of St. Luis, decided to "have a go" at another Godfather without letting anyone know..

It was such a bloodshed that people where afraid to step out of their homes for 5-6 days. All St. Luis gangsters died. As much as i know of actually.

He looks kinda moved while talking about this.

However, my father always recognised a great man in his Godfather. I feel the time has come for me, to follow my father's way of life.

It's my target to become a succesful gangster. I hope I'll make it.

I know the feeling.  It's great to find yourself back on these bleak, gray streets.  Such a comforting sight.