Ever since i was a little boy i wanted to be a Gangster. i would sit awake at night staring out the window looking for the mob. i would chase them down the street, to see what they were up to next. you know, my uncle Jonny used to be in the mob, he used to tell me all about it at the family gatherings. i used to polish shoes for a penny, and i would always bring my stand to my favorite customers, the Gangsters. 

I havent been in the game for long, but as time goes by i can see more clearly. before what i saw was happy people walking the streets, sun shining, kids playing.. these days what i see is the rodents crawling along the walls, everything is black and white. the smoke from the cars fill the streets, drainage pipes stained in red blood from the last war. 
i guess now i know what my uncle was talking about when he said "you only see what you want to see, kiddo"

now dont think i´ve gone soft, all im saying is that a Gangster never die of old age. once youre in, theres only one way out. its just about choosing your style. 
some die loyal to a fault.
some die because their greed got to big, hiding their stacks from the boss. 
some die because their mouth could never shut up.
some just dont own a shred of loyalty, ready to bring down anyone to gain the power for themselves. 

enough of me, why did you become a Gangster?

Doc heard Wonderboy's story and wanted to share his too. He was standing among the men gathered in front of him. He cleared his voice a little bit, catching everyone's attention and started telling his story.

Well, I guess I was always attracted to crime. I always got excited whenever I was doing something against the law. The mere fact that I was doing something that was against the authorities, it made me happy. Making money also made me happy. Specially when it was easy money. 

Doc pauses for a bit and smiles at the memories of his childhood. Then he continued.

Back then, I used to steal sodas at the school cafeteria and sold it at the yard for half the price. Everyone was glad to buy it cheap from me. And since I had elders brothers working with me, no one tried to squeal about my business. In medical school, I used to break into my professors locker and steal the exams, then sell it to the highest bidder. When I became a doctor, I started stealing medicines in the hospital pharmacy then selling it cheap to downtown drugstores. And man the dangerous drugs, I get it for free then sell it for gold.

I love the excitement and the money. That's why I became a gangster.

ey franky!, bring us a bottle of your finest! 

salut my friend! money, women and liquor thats what life´s about.