As another day passed I am reminded once again of the turmoils I witnissed many took in days past. Some things never change..

The future looks brighter, though. Only time will tell where we may all see ourselves. Maybe we can have peace reign on this world, but only time will tell.. and for how long..

Until time tells us what the future holds, I can only know one thing for certain: Mugging shows dominance.

I may be back in this same spot lementing at some point soon.

Untill then, I bid farewell to this night.

Tossing my cigarette aside and saying my final goodbyes to the fine people I've had the pleasure to work with, I make my way, skipping with glee, down the street. It has been a while since I, Enricho Montoya, has felt this type of excitement. My crew... correction, my old crew, were well aware of my expressive attitude. I wish not to leave that behind as I enter this new chapter of the Great Enricho's story! SkatterBrain has already been in Detroit for a short time getting things ready for my arrival. He was rewarded the title of crew leader and he accepted it under the terms that I join him as his right hand! Our leaders unanomously agreed! That responisbility is what we've been aspiring for and it has all happened so fast.. some may say too fast. It matters not, we WILL rise to the exxpectations and responsibilities of running our own crew!

Ah, i wish to lement about this neon city, but my heart flutters too fiercly for what's to come! I will find myself in that mood again, but this time it'll be in the wastes of Detroit! There was one thing I was told specifically.. from whom escapes me.. "Make sure you check up on the 12th street toilets and keep them in order." We've been drinking and out on the town since the news. DetroitSimon all gave us the night off to have one last swaray to send me off and that moment happened so early on.. I am just glad i remember the words. Wouldn't want to show disrespect in that fashion!

My flight is only in a couple hours. I will be fast asleep the entire way. I will be ready for my objectives the moment I land!

Enricho and SkatterBrain shall control Corktown!

Enricho!

Let me address two things Enricho

Firstly you said it was midnight whereas the timestamp on your head says 02.16. If I can't trust you to tell the time, what else can't I trust you on? Very worrying development for Detroit

Secondly, mugging is for rock brained neanderthals. Don't go down that path. Never go full DetroitSimon.

Good sir, EIkmilk.

I, Enricho, do not care for the strict definition of the word: midnight. We will have to agree to disagree on my ability to tell time if you cannot accept this reason for my timing.

Mugging does prove dominance. It will make any would be pocket snatcher think twice if they know you will come after them! One must prove they are not to be trifled with and word will spead. Thusly, if i have to mug a pocket snatcher one hundred times to prove I am not the man to steal from, Enricho will do just that. Least I look cowardice!

If all you can do is drag on about the good and glorious DetroitSimon, I would think you to do some inner searching about if a wife is what you seek.

Enricho!

Enricho had found his grandfather's journal in the mid-afternoon and spent most of the rest of the day reading it in a bar he enjoyed. He finally looked up from the final pages to realize the time. EnrichoLives was never one for late nights; always up bright and early to run with the crew.

As Enricho leaves the bar, he lights a cigarette and starts a slight skip.

"I, Enricho, shall redeem my family's name!" He exclaimed, continuing onward.

As he neared his house, ready for bed, his mind wonders to if he may have already started to prove what it takes. With a firm shove of the old door, Enricho thought to himself: I must do more!

Enricho finds himself out past his decided curfew once again. The excitement from the day kept him energized for longer than he expected. Having sat in his favorite bar for a couple hours enjoying a nice brandy, he sets off into the night.

"I, Enricho, have saved my family name!" His exclamation was as loud as it was proud. Continuing on as if no one could hear him, "The Great Enricho has been accepted as part of the family!" Enricho takes a deep breath to recollect himself. His grin and heart filled skip could be noticed for blocks and with that, he walks onward. As he nears his house, a final thought passes his mind: A Capo Even!

"This is fucking bullshit." Were the first words out of jazzy_fizzle's mouth. He's still too young to understand how all this mafia shit works. "He was my brother! Shot down for being in the wrong crew? He was no older than me! How is that even right?!" Enricho held his tongue to allow jazzy_fizzle to let his heart bleed for his kin. "First my father then my brother?! What a load of shit! That Blasted.."

Enricho quickly cut him off before he could finish. "Watch what you say, there are ears everywhere. We can agree on something here, its not right, but that's how the mafia works, kid." Enricho straightened himself. there will be no proclamations and no self designated titles announced. jazzy_fizzle took notice and fixed himself. Enricho rarely gets this serious. "Alliances exist in our world, right? These alliances dictate our futures as much as our leaders futures. One Godfather dies, those alliances agree on the next. A crew leader dies, the family decides on the next. Our family is it's own alliance as well. If you gain the trust to start a crew, your old crew is now an allied crew." Enricho pauses for jazzy_fizzle to process what he's saying. "It's all one big happy family under a rightfully designated Godfather, do you see where I may be going with this?"

jazzy_fizzle nods, "If you didn't come from the family, there's a layer of distrust and no alliances with our family?"

"Quite an apt assumption, jazzy," Enricho couldn't help but to let out a slight grin. "We all know when a new crew emerges. They're always announced." Enricho lights a cigarette and takes a short drag but a slightly longer inhale, "The issue comes about when those new crews don't cater to the relationships of their old crews. Once a new crew is created, the alliances of their old crew don't just follow them. It's up to those new crews to form a bond with the old crews and build alliances." Enricho takes another drag from his cigarette, looking up to the cloudy night to make sure he says things correctly, "So, you see how Chicago was quickly outfitted again?" jazzy_fizzle nods, "That crew is going to end up expanding. Chicago needs a new Godfather. Once it has a new Godfather, the crews in Chicago become a proper family, do you see how this wraps up?"

jazzy_fizzle took a moment to gather his thoughts, "I would have to think the new to be Godfather would be responsible for forging new alliances with the other Godfathers and crews; that only one alliance wouldn't be enough to gain a chair in the rightful eye."

"Exactly that, jazzy." Enricho finished his cigarette and tossed it to the side of the road. "We may not agree with what went down, but that doesn't mean one of us wont be faced with the same decision one day. Mr. Simon AND the others did what they thought was best for me, for you and for everyone else, and that's just how it is in this life."

There was no skipping along this glum night.