a familiar tall slender blond hair and green eyed gentleman leans on that oh so homey mail box

I know some might find this odd but I am not Scottish (I know it is weird huh). But hey I felt I would tell my story since it is unique and well quite the torrid tale. wonders to himself if there really is a Scottish Mafia and if there is do they wear kilts instead of suites.

Okay back to business, I received a letter from my twin brother Money-B our old friend Pip was about to ask him to carry on a great honor. He was by no means scaling the ranks of this world at its quickest pace but was absorbing everything going on around him as he slowly and steadily climbed the criminal latter. He would visit our uncle Rags basement frequently to shoot at the targets provided. He travelled very rarely as he always felt most comfortable in PA. I am not sure why, as our home and roots has always been New Orleans. But none the less the city of "Brotherly Love" was always truly that...

As many I was shocked when I got a frantic message from Money-B Bro I think I F'ckd up big time, this is most likely good bye. Do me a favor and stand up for S-Rourke, Jono and the other Brothers. They are building something great in PA and I am sure they will welcome you with open arms. I placed a call into Jono being one of our eldest family friends asking what was going on and if he needed my help. I decided before even getting a return call I would make the trip from Egypt where I was hiding out after some rather dubious art dealings that went wrong to PA. As I landed I heard the news on the Airport Radio Accused Wise Guy Money-B was found shot dead in his sleep the only thing found was a note mentioning Squishy and a solemn red rose.

My heart dropped into my stomach and my eyes welled, I knew something terrible must have lead to this. As I checked into my Hotel a tap on my shoulder startled me from my walking shock. It was Jono someone who mine as well be a brother.

Jono: MS mate, I am sorry to tell you this but we had no choice. Money was a bit drunk the other night and saw his oldest and most trusted family friend Brick Pollit was pushing a broom about the street. Knowing his gun was loaded with blanks he slid around a corner and took aim. One shot was fired and to his shock the "blank" grazed Brick while he was cleaning our streets. MB called me immediately as well as one of our city official's to make them aware. He was shocked and dismayed that he accidently loaded one live round with all of the other blanks. After confiding in me he went to sleep. We had no choice, he had to die. You and I both know how revered and protected our Street Cleaners are.

sobbing I lowered my head into the shoulder of Jono

I understand, now I know why he called me. I will stick around to pick up the pieces he left in his wake. Please get word to Pip, tell him I am willing to step in MB's place and assist in anything I can no matter what the task or how low on the pole it maybe. Jono old friend, any help getting settled would be appreciated although I do not wish to put you or PA in any awkward position by association.

As Jono walks away after a warm welcoming hug I retreat to my room awaiting the response to my offering of services

neck cutter walks up to the confused man, who looks like he has been smoking a bit much crack and says "man, what the hell."

Conway walks up to neck_cutter and whispers in his ear a word of advice.

"If you keep going around on the streets acting very disrespectful you will end up in some bad situations." As fast as he came, he was gone.

lorrie walks up to the growing croud and listens for a wile, not quite sure how to answer this she decides to keep it short and sweet

I assume this is not an entry to the competition, you can plainly see that yes there is a scottish mafia, and if you take a look you will see that no, we do not wear kilts instead of suits.

Lorrie stepas down and waits a few moments.

after hearing N-C's question Lorrie catches my eye and ear

Well Lorrie, all I can say is I am shattered. For the idea of a kilt clad grp of mafioso shaking down the local butcher really was a image to be seen. At least me my well colored imagination...

Conway, I believe that ones behavior eventually becomes a burden or blessing on your family. When you speak or act, your doing so in the name of your Leader and with the weight of your entire family on your words and actions.

I am not going to grace thatwith a comment, but well done on writing a story

nods
Well thank you Lorrie for both your compliment AND your at least acceptance of my playfulness.