A cool autumn afternoon. You:

Do a Truck Heist (Turn to Page 33)

Fly to St. Louis (Turn to Page 10)

Pay you respects to a recently deceased friend. (Turn to Page 52)

In fact it was early Autumn when this particular snippet takes place. St. Louis wasn't amongst the (then) five cities in American, infested with rackets, extortion and definitely murder. Los Angeles' Grand Central Airport roared with activity and amongst the many patrons and passengers was an eager and ambitious immigrant ready to make some bills and a name for himself. The marks were few and far and the coffee shops even fewer. Streets were busy with soapboxes and the associated critics and sometimes subsequent corpses. It was the life, very novel and unique to the new-comer. Immediately deemed a thug in societies' eyes. He ascended steady, rising the shadow of Los Angeles' Don Lopecci. Lopecci had attracted alot of talent through his own exploits and charisma. No matter the length of the snake tongue and honey words, Mr. Lopecci left the world sooner than expected. The young goomba was left alone in starring in the horizon of  grey and black world.

Unsponsored and vulnerable, the young goomba travelled cross-country to the big apple. A respected  dairy tycoon, especially loved his for cream-cheese had opened his doors to the young and eager mafioso. His time was short was the cream-cheese industrialist and he found himself working with a man known to be very gifted. They called him "Tripod". Let's just say he didn't wield a pee-shooter at work or at home. Of course this is just the talk of the town. The young mafioso wasn't "funny" by any means, he had his heart set on the beautiful Kittie Capone. She was a great maestro in the kitchen, but her passionate and loving heart burned much hotter than the fires of her stove.

Winter quickly approached and "Tripod" very conservative of the heat bill decided to move his outfit to Los Angeles. The second journey cross-country was much more profitable. 15 units of PCP sold in Chicago and another 15 units Amphetamines sold in LA. Money money money! Speaking of money, MoneyB, an indiviual the young mafioso had met during his stay with the cream-cheese baron had been bumped up to Capo - not many of them back in those days!

Their time in Southern California was well spent, but the cliche of many Mafioso stories began to set-in. First of all, Kittie Capone left the world prematurely, a grave and horid day for those who enjoyed her good eats and colorful personality. Secondly, the generous and loved cream-cheese captain of industry was assassinated by a deranged fan. Scores flocked to his funeral and paid their respects. It also was truly a sad day. Not only did the dairy industry plummet but Tripod had one less friend.

Our young mafioso now a wiseguy wasn't particular a religious man. Spiritual? Of course. He knew right from wrong and appreciated and respect sanctity within life. But two angels ascended and brought about a very warm December. Scores of crew leaders were killed each week. Tripod adopted the kill or be killed mindset. Unfortunately, the former was fulfilled. Alone and unsponsored with thousands of others, our hero dabbled with the Black Hand. Complete with secret handshakes, death threats and letter bombs.

If anyone were to list virtues of a Mafioso.  You'd likely hear the code of La Famiglia Crimine E' Vita. Omerta, Onore, Sangue and Famiglia. Agreeable very important ideals, but these are tokens for another discussion. Patience and Forethought are both very important. As much as La Cosa Nostra is a lifestyle, it is also a business and its participants should possess some good business-sense and the associated conduct necessary to be a good business-person. Unfortunately, our friend - the young wiseguy learnt alot during his now seemingly short-stay, but he lacked the patience and forethought required to help tackle the situation. (Two hostile crew leaders, who had killed his previous leader and several friends.) He purchased an HQ and sequentially was gunned down not twelve hours later. A failure? Our friend didn't achieve what he had hoped for in the end, but lived relatively long and learnt alot. The end.

Thats Cool that you wrote all that.I leave my skelotons in my closet now.