A life of crime was sometimes rather glamorous. This was NOT one of those times. Joseph had been obliged to clean up a little mess involving one of the drug dealers his family worked with. Some clown had gotten the bright idea to lean on one of their guys and try to cut in on the action. As it had turned out this clown wasn't even connected to anyone. He was solo and thought he was some bad shit who could muscle in. He was wrong.

After a brief scuffle Joseph had gotten the upper hand and beat this guys head into the side of a building till he wasn't a problem anymore. That said beating had left the other guy dead wasn't his problem. Only the hiding of the body was his problem then. That had been accomplished by pulling him deeper into a nearby alley and finding a convenient dumpster to drop him in.

With that done he told the drug dealer to move on to a different street for awhile so he wouldn't get nabbed when someone found the body. He decided to stand guard after a fashion, watching from across the street to make sure no one else got the same bad idea as the first guy. Leaning on a wall and looking menacing he waited for awhile to see who or what might happen by.