Tony walks non-shalantly out into the streets from the family HQ and grabs a box lying to the side and puts it down and steps up and clears his throat to get peoples attention. Then he begins.........

My name is Tony. Many of you may not know me but I am a loyal member of an L.A. family. I'm here just to recount my story. Tony pauses for a moment as the memories flow back, some good and some bad. My father was Tony-Castelli. He was a member of Sherlock's Crew. He was one of the wise guys of the family. He made a good earning and was friendly and respective to those who deserved it. He did what he could for his family and he enjoyed this thing of ours. He was killed for a bad mistake he made and when I got this news I came from Italy to start my own life here. As I left the ship and was walking the streets I was immediantly greeted by a man unknown to me. It was Sherlock's RHM DareDevil. He asked me if I wanted to be apart of Sherlock's Crew just as my father was. I of course agreed because of the things my father told me of the people that were in it. They were all people he respected and everyone was close. So I knew it was the right thing to do. They all greeted me with open arms and helped me out when I came back so that things weren't too tough for me. I will never forget what this family has done for me. They are powerful and close knit. I don't think I could ask for much more. As time went by. I moved up in the ranks of my family and many wars went on and L.A. was apart of many of them. Wiping out Chicago and a few other crews. It was a crazy and hectic time to be in. People were dying left and right even from our crew. Now there has been peace for a while and hopefully it will last. I have seen many leaders brought down and hopefully there is a time of peace and none will have to be taken down unless absolutely necesarry. But I know that this will happen no matter what anybody does. So my whole life as a whole has been very interesting and hopefully it will keep on going on and on. Till the day I die. Hopefully not too soon though, eh? Tony smirks at that. I hope my father is proud of me and maybe one day my kin will come here and be apart of this thing of ours as well. Thank you everybody for your time.

Tony steps down off the milk carton. Kicks the box into the alley way and then walks away down the street to a destination known only to him.

Timber nods at Tony.

May there be plenty of good days before the bad ones.