My story begins in 1910 Chicago.
I was ten years old then. The neighborhood I grew up in was an extremely poor district.
To bring money home I was a Pettie Thief.
I was taught by my neighbor Kizzy who was my best friend, we would go out scavenging the neighborhood along with my other best friend King Benny.
We would distract rich up town moguls while the other would quietly slip his or her hand into their pocket.

One day we had been noticing this man walking out of a huge mansion. By this time pro ambition was going on, and the crime rate was at a record time high.
We were going to pick pocket him when suddenly three body guards stepped out. We talked it over, and decided it was to risky so we left.
We had begun to stake out his place, and found out every morning at nine o' clock he took a morning walk alone.

His guards had always arrived at eight o' five. We thought we could mug him, and get away before his bodyguards showed. We were sadly mistaken.
It was a breezy August morning Kizzy, KingBenny, and I had been hiding across from The strange man's mansion in a huge bush.
We had been waiting, and waiting until he finally came out alone just as we had planned he would.
We quickly crept out of the bushes. KingBenny and Kizzy distracted him while I came up from behind to steal his wallet.
Then suddenly he turned around catching me with his wallet in my hand we quickly fled, but his body guards had arrived in their fancy auto mobile and caught us.

Later we woke up in an abandoned ware house surrounded by people.
The Body guard in front of me called the strange man I had attempted to mug Sidious.
He said he should kill us, but since we were only kids he would let us walk away, or join his family.
We all chose to join his family. Then I became a thug. By which time I was 15 years old.
My family heads were Ice_pick, and The reverend _ D who I thank for teaching me the Mafioso ways.
Now I am 25 years old, and a family head as well as King Benny, and kizzy.

Dark Side for life!

Ah, the memories. Tales I remember fondly of a youth mispent. To be young again. Thank you for reminding me of the good ol' days, Pollit_

Ho yes I remember you the little Pollit_ .You the one who only come to the Sunday School becauce you could still some money from the bascket of offering. I hope you making a good use of my teaching time, special how to not get caught.