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This is a story about me and my friend joey. ofcourse i never met joey until i moved to america lookin for a dream job lookin to live the American dream as they say. where i grew up was ofcourse thousands of miles away in belfast. Belfast is famous all over the world for its violence and it was pretty violent and i was used to it to a certain degree but when i arrived in new york i was shocked with the crack heads killin people for rocks after a while i got used to that violence too i had been in new york now for a month and i wasnt living the american dream yet so i said to myself fuck it if i wasnt goin to make money by havin a 9-5 i was just goin to take it what ever way i could this is when joey comes into it i was in an irish bar and some short but stocky guy bumped into me and looked at me like i was a piece of crap i said sorry and he started to smile he said to me in that old mafioso way im only busting your balls man let me buy you a drink so i agreed then we had another drink and before long the bottle of whisky was finished so he said to me "lets get outa this irish shithole i,ll take you to a proper place" little did i know i was goin to a mafia steak house a few blocks away when i got into this steak house the room was full off people just like outa the sopranos we sat down and he ordered the food for us i let him work away after all it was his sorta place after we finished our drinks and food he said come over here i want u to talk to a friend of mine ofcourse by then joey knew my story and he knew that i could be trusted joey was a good judge of people anyway i walked over to this table were his friend was sitting it was really his capo i was none the wiser so i stood at the table for about five minutes before i was asked to sit and join them joey had a word with his capo and the rest is history me and joey now control a big slice of the rackets in and around the blocks that we hungout in and were making loads of cash for ourselves and his family im happy alright and living a good life but theres somthing missing i can never get to be a made man because im not italian they make me feel welcome but im just not one of them |
