Tie takes a sip of water and sits on the hood of somebody's car before starting the second part of his story.

Now that you've all had a break and have soaked in part one, I believe we are ready for part two! Where did I leave off? Oh yes, at my banishment from Toronto.

Having saved up some money, I took a train, talk about irony, down to Niagara Falls. I spent a little bit of time down there, helping out with a smuggling ring, that got Canadian whiskey down to the States, and doing a few other small-time crimes, before I decided it was about time to try to live a normal life.

I took all of my money out of the bank, chartered a small plan to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and bought a small house. I got a job at one of the local steel mills, and put the rest of the money I had saved from Toronto, towards setting up a youth hockey league, even coaching one of the teams, "The Penguins."

Living a normal life was a challenge that I embraced at first, but it got real boring, real quick. Soon I realized that I wasn't going to be able to get out of "The Life." I thought there wasn't much organized crime to speak of in Pittsburgh, but I decided to set out on my own to see what I could get into. I quickly found that if you aren't Irish, German, or Polish, you aren't worth anything to the criminals in Pittsburgh.

I started off trying to do some train jobs, but I found out those are damn near impossible on your own. I tried my hand at robbing local stores, but I found that the different nationalities were more organized that I thought, and didn't want others doing anything in their territories. The Irish were often used as the muscle for the Italian Mob, elsewhere, so robbing a "protected" store would bring hell down upon you. The Germans didn't want anybody outside of them, doing anything in their neighborhoods. If you even step foot in one of their areas without permission, you risk death. The Polish were easily the greediest of the three groups. They would do anything for money, and they would do anything TO you if you got in the way of their money. I found I could do crimes in their territories, bu I had to give them a cut of the profits, or they would take it from me.

The danger of criming in Pittsburgh didn't bother me at all, but I realized that I was getting to be famous around the city for my work with the youth hockey league and I didn't want my kids getting hurt. I had a decision to make...keep doing the league and living a boring life, or giving the league to somebody else, and pursuing the life of crime, once again.

After a week of thinking about it, I had made my decision, and it was one of the hardest I've ever made. I told my kids goodbye, and gave my team over to a friend of mine, Pennsylvania senator Jack McGregor. He had this crazy idea of making the team into an NHL team, something about an expansion draft or something. I really have no idea what he was talking about, he was always an odd one.

Anyway, Toronto was my home, but Pittsburgh became my soul. There's no other city I'd rather be in, and that made my decision all the harder. I decided to leave the city because, even though I gave up my team, people still knew that I cared abut them, and would use that against me. Risking my own life was one thing, but risking somebody else's is something I couldn't bring myself to do.

I called up a friend of mine that I met in Canada who was, at the time, Left-Hand Man to Boss Premier of New York, and he got me in with the Spanish Inquisition, and back on the track to the life of organized crime.

mmmmm good stuff tie ;)

I hope there's more!

Quite good, sir. Certainly a far cry from your more violent beginnings- I'm curious to see what happens next!

And yet, no mention of me.  This story is incomplete.

Keep'em rollin off the press bossman!

Another great one.

Cant wait to see more from you Tie

Hehe, looking forward to seeing your next one Tie, my old friend! :D

Love and kisses as usual

Thank you friends, thank you! And you are correct Pickles, the story is still incomplete. There is one part left, the most important part! But you are still not in it, as I said "important".

Sounds pretty good, better then mosts

If I actually felt like reading this all; I'd probably do something like...

Yawns and goes to take a nap.

Nah. But really, good story.

It's good to see some truth Sherlock; most guys just post good job and didn't even read more then the first pharagraph.

Tie it was nice to take a look ito your life, and it was great having you apart of S.I.

Very good story i like it

Wow, Nice story but i have one question. All the time we've known one another and the chapters we've shared i didn't get a mention. I jest, looking good fella i hope there is another installment on its way.

Very nice story Mr Tie. I like it. If there is more then I sure can't wait to read it.

this is good, im looking forward to see part 3.

Glares at Tie

I think you're forgetting what an IMPORTANT role I've played in your life.  Without me, you would have had no greatness to aspire to.  I am your muse.  The Mozart to your Salieri.  Don't deny it.

 takes talent to suspend ones disbelief, well done.

You are no muse of mine, Mr. Pickles! I do not aspire to live in someone else's shadow, as you do mine.