Now thinking to my self while writing this I have less than 9 minutes to finish so bare with me.

      One day while walking down the street in my 1920's Brooklyn neighbor Hood I was pulled into a dark alley.

When I called out who was there a voice screamed back shut up so I did. It was a familiar voice the voice of Johny fat neck. He was the Las Vegas High roller's most hated enemy he said that he wanted me to start rating about the business that my family was into. For the police department. Yet I would never turn on my beloved family. So As I was pulling out my revolver A car pulled up and I was booked on gun possession and a murder charge.

15 years later I was gunned down on rival territory after walking home from a welcome back party. Yet it was worth it for my family I would die for.

I remember the businesses your family has dabbled in. The "Sweet Life Bakery" comes to mind.

I also remember previous parties your bloodline has been involved with. For instance, the great party that was thrown for you upon returning to this thing of ours by Godfather Odd and Don Paul_Walker, in which a penthouse party was thrown in your honor following your 4 minute family initiation beating. I believe that story was titled "Life on the run", but I could be mistaken.

Thanks once again for sharing your family experiences with us, it is always a pleasure!