Oh, hi tiggy.

It appears nobody cares enough to comment on your WhereWasI length diatribe.  Unlike my bloodline's latest efforts, which were talked about at length, here, there and everywhere.  But allow me to interject...  I'm nice like that, you see?

Not with abuse, of course, as my bloodline has never fed your Edwardian victim complex in the way your fantasise about, but just with a little bit of background.

Dasani talked about your blood over here and people can go over and see.  A descendant of mine talked about your blood over here - that remains one of the busiest and most popular conversations to take place on these Streets.

Ah, they were the days, so I hear - and they heralded the steady demise of your bloodline until they were banished from these shores.  And a little bird told me that Canucklehead's daughter pulled some strings that she really wasn't meant to and helped someone called Kee in ways that weren't shall we say "fair" - tut tut tut!  Nothing if not consistent, your bloodline!

And tiggy my dear, it's amusing to watch you grapple and struggle, because people that know you know what makes you tick, and you just can't do it any more.  

Shiny Happy People Holding Hands.

On the bright side Kuklinski. You haven't forged any mails to try and prove yourself right. Yet. But I am sure, when you do, you'll fuck it up. Again.

As for the self promotion and personal vendettas. Get a fucking grip of yourself. Dullard.

Your sentence structure is interesting.  It's like.  You have some.  Idea of how to write but.  Just.  Can't.

Anyway, at least I try.

Regarding personal vendettas, they play rather a large part in this thing of ours, no?

Self promotion?  Moi?  Where am I promoting myself?

I. Just. Cannot. Bring. Myself. To. Talk. Any. Other. Way.

Personal vendettas over bloodlines generally die out. It appears your bloodline just keeps holding on though.

Self promotion?

A descendant of mine talked about your blood over here - that remains one of the busiest and most popular conversations to take place on these Streets.

Right there. Anyhow.

night!

Murphy was busy on the warm summer day, wandering to and fro with chores and her daily business affairs. As she bustled down the street she could hear a friend of hers speaking loudly to the crowds. Some gathered, some walked by, one in particular had decided that the streets needed a whole lot more negativity and horribleness, calling tiggy out on something random, trying to break the indomitable spirit of the woman who spoke. However he was altogether mistaken in his assumption that no one cared. 

She cared. Miss tiggy was a friend who often provoked thoughtful conversations, ones that dug a little deeper than the vapid gossip and idle words spoken in the cafes and businesses. 

I have in my possession several newspapers from the time when my uncle and mother roamed these streets. They are filled with stories, interviews, and interesting tidbits that leave clues to the way things used to be. I remember reading through them as a child, interested in the ways of the world and the families that ruled it. Coming here into my own family as an adult now, I can see the dearth of such materials. It seems as though those who were the journalists who wrote such interesting columns and interviews the bosses of their time have all but faded away. Once in a while you see a scam or a heist zipping through the streets, and watch as the drama unfolds, wondering if the perpetrators will get away with the crime or be brought down by the law but those too are far and few between. 

The streets of today aren't what they were when I was growing up plain and simple. 

Oh, Murphy, it isn't something random, it's a series of very specific and related events.  And they aren't exactly unknown.

As for the jaded claptrap about the Streets not being what they once were, bla bla bla.  Reinvigorate them, then!  One used to be shot dead for speaking out of turn, that doesn't happen any more.  We might not be in a golden age of a Street speaking, but nor are we in a dark age.

And bighead, that wasn't self-promotion - it was a simple statement of fact.  You will be unfamiliar with the concept of such a thing.

Despite them being known or not it's the past. The past is the past for a reason. My family has been around for a long time, long enough to know what happened and why it did. The fact of the matter is, it's over and done with now. Times have changed, so have people and you need to be able to put it aside like the rest of us have because you want to talk about old rotten news that is the equivalent of taking the dead horse you were beating and beating another dead horse with it, it's your constant whinging and picking on ONE person in particular. 

"My family has been around for a long time, long enough to know what happened and why it did"

Oh really?  Care to enlighten us, Murphy?

If you *did* know, you'd know it was an entire series of events, each as repugnant as the other.

Yes I know, no I don't give a rats ass because it's in the past and there it will stay. I know exactly what it was, it was one of the reasons my family line left for a while until things cooled down. Doesn't change the fact that it's not now, now is what matters. Now is where I live, not the past.