So here we have it the story of the 3 Jimmy's! JimmySeniorSr. Then there's JimmySr. And JimmyJr.

They had to get together they were broke!

 JimmyJr was only 12 when he did his first Heist with Pops and GrandPa..

He had to drive the getaway car. They figured hey since Jr. doesn't reach the window he can't get shot, but yet he can see enough to drive. 

 So perfect Idea Gramps and JimmySr. Agree! That both of them would go straight into the bank. No bullshit just start shooting get the frickin Bank Director to open the Vault!!!

  Ohh you think an alarm is gonna sound?? Well thats what Little Jimmy was used for, little Jimmy Jr. Got himself in the bank last night and dismantled the alarm! 

 He also went and siphoned sum gas diesel for the 1890 ford truck he had runnin smooth as jam.

 Little Jimmy pulls right upside the bank. And his Pops and Gramps get out, both looking like they were going to a wedding! They had enough cologne on to make an Italian wedding smell like It was a Jewish wedding! Let me tell ya JimmyJr. knows the story better than me. I'm just the narrator I only say what i'm told to say or pew pew!

 So anyways!! The Sr's walk in the Bank and BAM BAM BAM!!

"On your Muther Fuckin Knees you fuckin rich fuckin murdering cunts" yells JimmySeniorSr! JimmySr. can't believe the strength in his Pops.. but knows the war got to him. The only way out was to rob this bank!! To avoid being hungry during the next war, World War 2. SeniorSr. knew without money there was no escape.

 So they had to proceed with their plans!! "On your knees and open the fucking Vault"! SeniorSr yells while JimmySr. holds a pistol in each hand in all directions. "Anyone that moves takes a fuckin bullet" says JimmySr.

 The truck outside smoking fuel JimmyJr. seems to have his side under control. 

 Than he see's his father and grandpa shooting like maniacs with 2 bags of cash each in hand they run to the truck while JimmyJr. pulls away from the bank.

 The security guard runs out shoots his rounds and one get's JimmySeniorSr in the back. Second Shot hits JimmySr in the leg.   And both wallop on the truck like two war veterans in the Civil war.

 "GO!! Junior GO!" they yelled!

and JimmyJr drove out of there like a bat out of hell!

 With 4 bags of cake!!

 Thats why today the Jimmy's stay alive!! Ain't no bank worth robin if you can't actually rob it!!

JimmyJr.

To Be continued!

                                    ... and the saga goes on a tale of JimmySr.

 So the Jimmys where running low on cash once more and needed some fast or they would lose all their assets and little precious things. According to JimmySr. all had to rob an underground mini casino in some Wearhouse at the South Shore Port of Chicago. 

 Supposedly maybe 15 players gathered up there and it was growing. Something the Jimmy's never liked was when people got greedy but the worse of it was they never invited the Jimmy's to gamble there. That was a bit of an insult. Had somethin to do with the guy who's running it named Johnny Baluchi. You see JimmySr. did 2 years cuz of that prick..

 What? Wait! Oh, sorry Guys JimmyJr. is taking over the story now. He told me to enjoy sum time at the bar I have downstairs. See ya folks enjoy his story this one is a good one!

 Ya im JimmyJr. so let me tell ya how it really went down! How you all doin folks hope your well and family is doing better, gotta remember Family is everyting!

 So, this is how it was you see my Pops as you know JimmySr. Had to rob sum second hand buy and sell shop it was called More In Your Pockets.

 and that's what Pops was gonna do. Put more in his pockets cuz the owner Phil Wood was a prick of a guy supposedly a wife beater, and one thing us Jimmy's do is respect the female gender. Cuz in these times the Roaring 20's things aren't so great for them!

 They did enough just being there and helpin out in a million ways! So, my Pops never liked the Bastard Prick!

 And he was gonna stick it to em! Thing is his pal Johnny Baluchi was gonna stick em too!!

 They planned the robbery! Had the plans going on for 2 weeks every night for hrs to do this small job. But my Pops got fucked by Baluchi and the shop owner Phil Wood.

 You see it was all a scam to get the insurance company to pay for all the losses and frame my Dad to go to jail and to get the Jimmy's off the streets while they themselves grew, them fuckers!

 My Dad trusting his pal Baluchi helpin him load all that shit on the truck radios watches even a guitar supposedly owned by Vernon Dalhart and the small vault with about 5 grand all in the truck!!

 Thing is Baluchi tells him "go back in and get that bottle of scotch Phil hides in his desk so we can celebrate after Jimmy"! My pops trusting his pal goes in.

 Then the fucker without my dad knowing locks him in the store and pops had no way out 3 hrs later he hears the sirens, lucky there was that bottle of Macallan Fine Scotch and he knew what was coming but he enjoyed that bottle and while he did, he planned his Revenge! He then realized how did Baluchi know the scotch was in his desk.

 2 years in Bridewell Prison was enough for him to plan the Plan of all plans and that was to rob Baluchi's Frikken underground Casino at the Shore Port Of Chicago.

 and guess who had to drive ya me!! I was 15 now and boy could I hot wire a car in 2 minutes and 17 seconds..Cops lucky if they arrived 5 hrs later.

 but folks i'll get to that story of:

 Robin Baluchi's Frikken underground Casino!

Im gonna go do what I do best now and thats Dealing!

  Dealing is my thing plus driving away from things is what I do best

JimmyJr.

To be continued....

                                                                   Robin Baluchi's Frikken underground Casino!            

 So this is how it went down folks.. yeah it's me JimmyJr tellin the story as it is! My narrator took a vacation to the Bermudas! I made sure it was gonna be a long one! Little prick new bit too much!! Hope he doesn't fall asleep under a coconut tree! Accidents can happen. If you know what I mean.

 So, robin Baluchi's Casino wasn't going to be an easy task. My part of course the getaway car. Boy, was I ready I was about 15 at the time waited for Pops to get out of the slammer cuz of Phil Wood and the fuckin prick Baluchi. They robbed 2 years of time out of my Pops and I wasn't gonna forgive or forget this one! In the glove compartment I had a little friend it was a Borchardt C93 1893 made by Hugo Borchardt himself! I cleaned that piece everyday about 3 times. Its aim was perfect! I only had about 12 box magazines left with 8 rounds of shooting in each!

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borchardt_C-93#/media/File:Borchardt_C93_with_magazine.jpg 

 Even the bullets it used couldn't been found anywhere not even in Germany. The gun was a relic!! But I knew I only needed a couple magz for this tour. Pops and Grandpa didn't even know I was carrying until good ole Granpa looked in the glove compartment. JimmySeniorSr looked up at little JimmyJr. and just gave him a nod and winked at him!. Like not bad not bad kid!

 While Pops was in the back of the car looking over the blueprints of Baluchi's warehouse he never even noticed what happened between me and Grandpa . He just kept looking over the entrance and says! "Only one way in only one way out!!".  My pops yells out! JimmyJr you got the hose and duct tape like I said? "Of course, Pops I reply!!

 So, we drive right up to the warehouse you could hear muffled voices from inside also about 8 cars parked outside!

 JimmySr tells his son get the car close to the garage door of the warehouse. and thats where they get the hose and attach it to the exhaust pipe and put the other end of the hose under the warehouse garage door. 

 "We gonna make em sleep" says JimmySr to his pops and little Jimmy. "We gonna make em sleeeeeeep!"

 The sounds of the small fishing boats at the port muffled our noises so the idiots inside couldn't even hear us!

 My dad had this so planned it wasn't funny! I guess two years in the slammer thinking of one and only one plan will do just that!

 20 mins go by and we hear bottles smashin and sum grumbling inside. I look at pops and he says 10 mins more!! I don't care if they fuckin die! Teach them not to fuck around with the Jimmy's!

 Grandpa looks at me and says get ready to drive boy when you see us come back out!!

 JimmySr and SeniorSr go to the garage door and pry it open with crowbars like a can of sardines!

 Everyone lying on the ground about 8 guys plus Phil Wood and Baluchi all on the ground! My Pops and Grandpa take everything they have and own and but it into a duffle bag that Granpa carry's out like the Bull he is.

 Pops looks at them all and just spits on the ground. You can hear him say "what goes around comes around you fuckers!!" 

 I get the car ready doors open so they can jump in when you hear POP POP POP. Dad and Grandpa manage to get lucky and dodge the bullets. I open the glove compartment to get my Borchardt lugar. But it's not there!! What the Fuck I say to myself! To only hear POP POP POP POP POP POP POP POP all 8 rounds coming from Grandpa taking out Baluchi with the Borchardt.

All fuckin 8 rounds!!

 JimmySr looks at him knowing Gramps saved his ass! and saw that look in JimmySeniorSr eyes. That 1000-mile stare! 

 And Gramps yells out! "get in the car! Nobody I mean nobody tries to kill my sons!!!" 

and the 3 Jimmy's drive off with about 150k of loot!

 Not bad for one night's work!!

 and Piss on Baluchi's grave settin my Pops up like that with Phil Wood! Oh yeah Phil Wood he and the 9 players on the ground that came to finally. Only to see Baluchi riveted with holes like Swiss cheese on the ground!!

 and their Pockets empty!!

Phil Wood and the 9 gamblers hmmmm.. I'll tell ya but that's another story!!

to be continued...