NICKY-STICKY-MORENO, THE STICKY FILE; THE BEGINNING

The boat ride over from Italy was horrid to say the least. The smell was that of rotting flesh and the freshly sick and dying. Most of us haven't eattin in days and that's why I think my father had made the decision that he did. He was tired of seeing us starve.  Finally the boat ride was over.  It was a long dreadful expirence.  But when I looked out and after my eyes adjusted from the sun I saw her.  New York City.  She was beautiful with her sky scrapers glistening in the sun.

"What makes a man, son?". My father always asked that when he knew I did something wrong and was hiding it. "Never stop being honest with yourself. And keep bravery in your heart. That's what makes a man, never forget that.". He would always pat my chest when he said that, to try and make his point more clear to me.

I had just turned 18 when I stepped off that boat in New York. I worked as a bus boy in an italian restaurant. Small and dirty on the outside but really classy on the inside. I worked hard as a bus boy. Never talking back and following my orders. It got to where all the regulars new me.  They would sometime throw me a wod of cash for no reason.  I couldn't believe all the money I was getting just for doing my job. Later I learned it was actually a front owned by The Knickerbockers crime syndicate and they started to take notice of me. So after a while a man they called CrazyNine came and talked to me at my run down apartment.  He told me he would take me in and show me how to make some real money.

For the next month or so there I was working harder than ever.  Doing something different everyday like loansharking, gambling, robbing and even sometimes, murder.  That's why they started calling me "Sticky" because they could never could never blame the murder on me.  Nobody knew who I was back then.  I had know proof I even existed besides the sad letters I get from my starving family back in Italy.  Mussolini is fighting the mafia there right now and the people have very little to eat.  But that's not my story.

Things were going well in the Knickerbockers until one day a greait war broke out.  Unfortainately I didn't get to take part in it.  CrazyNine told me to lay low for a while and not to travel.  So I did.  And when I came out from hiding I saw that my whole family was killed.  I've never seen anything lime it ever.  I was saddened, amazed and horrified all at once.

So I continued to just keep doing what CrazyNine had taught me.  Rob, kill, loansharking etc.  Until one day another made man from another city approached me.  It was -V- from Philadelphia.  He brought me into a family he was in but that didn't last long as he himself was soon starting his own family.  Why he took me with him to this day I still do not know. Maybe he saw how hard of a worker I was when I was with the Knickerbockers in New York.  Or maybe he just needed more people to join him to really call it a crime family.  Whatever the reason I'm just glad he brought me because that's where I met two good friend named Odin (or was his name something else?) and DeathKnight.  We have big plans currently and were working hard and ranking up in the family. One day I think Odin is going to go far.  I can't wait to see what he becomes.

I have a son now.  His name is RalphieBeans Moreno.  He's a healthy beautiful 23 lb new born...and I'm happier than sin.

I have to go right now.  They said someone was gunned down and we are at war...I'll be back to finish my story hang tight guys.

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The end.