My closest friend Frankie had appeared looking slightly bashful, something wasn't right.

You see I had known Frankie for over 17 years, We had seen things and done things that bring you closer together.  We shared secrets of our pasts, and we forged a future together.  Frankie always greeted me with a fresh cigar but this time nothing, just a slight head gesture, no speech, no cigar, nothing.

We had alot of money to collect, a busy day ahead of us or so I had previously thought.

As i entered the passenger seat of his Lincoln Continental my instincts kicked in and i turned around.

Frankie what the fuck! I gasped

He was nervously holding a revolver to my face, hands shaking, eyes squinted.

I'm sorry Benny he whispered as his finger began to slowly squeeze downward on the trigger.

The thing is where i come from the people closest to you, the ones that protect you, the ones that serve you, the ones that love you are the ones that end you.  An order from higher up had been given to Frankie, he had no choice, but I wasn't about to roll over.

I lunged for the revolver, and an all mighty BANG! was let off, ringing in my ears, was this the end?

I staggered backwards and felt my chest, I was soaked in a thick layer of blood. 

THUD!

I looked down, Frankie had dropped, a red puddle was forming around his body as he lay there motionless.  I let out one single tear as I briefly reminisced about the past.

I had survived this time........

The realization of the event that had just happened suddenly dawned on me and the prospect of an almost certain death was ahead of me, there was a price on my head.

I'd had enough of today but I couldn't sleep,  I put a bottle of whiskey to my mouth.  The next thing i knew it was morning, I smartened myself up and I checked the street outside... ...not a soul was around.

I had to get some protection before another so called 'friend' came to pay me a visit, but There was no one I could turn to Frankie had been the only person i relied on up until now.

I heard a glass bottle roll on the floor as if somone had knocked, I turned to see a shadowy figure traverse the filthy alleyway.

Ugh hello? I muttered holding my head, hungover.

It was 6 am and I was walking home from an all night poker game.  I had taken a shortcut through an alley when I noticed someone standing on the side walk.

I instantly recognized the face, although slightly bedraggled I knew it was him for sure.  Benny had made a name for himself over the years, I knew of him but we had never met.

"Ugh Hello?" He slurred, his breath stinking of last nights alcohol overdose.

"Benny? You look like shit."  I proclaimed as I took a step closer.

"Are you here to kill me?"  He casually asked.

"I think we need to take a walk."

JonnyHardNuts lead me to his safe house.  On the outside it looked like any other house on the street, but as we entered and I saw the interior was immaculate,  this man must be making some serious money to be living like that in a neighborhood like this.

He gave me a strong coffee to sober me up, What were we here to discuss?

then,

I was going to clean my room, but then I got high, da da dada dadadaa