Ole Floyd comes riding up the street in his 1920's model, flat bed, truck.  Floyd stops at the nearest street corner and notices some uppity, silver spooned wise guys telling their life stories and wanting everyone on the streets to listen.

A couple people go out their way to greet Floyd, but he pays them no mind, just continues walking, written letter in one hand, hammer and nail in the other.  Floyd passes a couple of leaders, noticing them wearing tight, tagged, uniforms with their families name on them. Standing by the docks keeping their prostitution rings in tact. Seducing the young dums, fresh off the boat, as they stand their wondering which different they should start walking.

Ole Floyd shakes his head.

Floyd looks over and notices the perfect pole to nail his letter too. So he proceeds. Still as silent as a church mice because he know personally, if he talks as a un-Made guy he'll die for his statements same as his grandfather and in the same light as the reasons his 3rd cousin from the islands was murdered.

Ole Floyd shakes his head again and nails his letter to the pole

IT READS:

*Floyd has 2 personalities:

>Drunk Floyd, who talks with a Southern slur, very aggressive, and could give a fuck about your feelings!

>Sober Floyd, educated, went to the University, and  all for the betterment of our society and mankind as a whole!

*Floyd will be the main supplier of Mississippi Moonshine within the 7 cities.

*Floyd may, at times, be found passed out, coming to a local alley near you.

*Floyd has been known to take a full glass of Moonshine to the head, burp, piss, and shit on himself just before passing out.

*Floyd, after being Made, will never bite his tongue no matter the situation.

*Floyd will be charging $100,000 dollars a topic, to take on any concerning, yet harsh, topics that other mobsters my feel uncomfortable or to risky to bring to the streets.  Count on Floyd, he'll get drunk and do it for you.

Small print stuff:  Don't take it personal!

After nailing the letter to the pole, Floyd heads back toward his truck, stopping half way, pulling out his flask, turning it upside down in his mouth.

Burp, Piss, Shit, and lays on the local bench.

Excuse me, could you take this nail out of my penis?

Great idea Floyd, however whether the topics are personal or not, what's stopping other people shooting you in the face my dear sir?

Coldblood watches this man carefully then reads the letter shakes his head 100kangoros to post something if your seriously that scared to pay your need to be shot in the face

KingBenny shrugs his shoulders at Coldbloodedmafianatr's remark

Personally I am looking forward to seeing how MississippiMob's creative new money-making venture plays out. It looks like a pretty original concept and I like anything that demonstrates balls on the streets. Best of luck Floyd