Selling units of cocaine and knocking over post offices is now becoming a regular thing for me lately. My place of business is a twenty foot space of brick wall in the city center, right next to a check cashing place. I can clock in hundreds of thousands of dollars and stash the money in a vehicle I keep parked down the street. I could sell water to a well. I memorize all faces and names, the cops can comb this shit top to bottom at any time. There is a side alley way leading to a gambling room. People play craps here. The minimum bet that they play is one million dollars per shoot, so that there's no fraud willies present gambling their re-up. Some of the pretty girls walk around serving drinks and collecting hefty tips. I observe the Made Men that came to play. Talking with them, picking their brains for angles and all the evil that the rackets will do. These were dangerous men. They can either get you killed or give your ass a job.

I hear the pop of a champagne bottle, Wise Guys are toasting with Made Men. They had money, they were respected, and I am a lowly Goomba, learning the ways of this art. I sell my units. I could sell fire in Hell. On occasion I get invited to organized crimes but only when their first choice couldn't make it. Its understandable, I am only a Goomba, working my way up to wholesale.

For now, its the wall where I stand, peddling cocaine and just around the corner is the alley way where I hope to one day toast as a Made Man. Cheers. 

Oculus strolls down the streets when he saw a mumbling guy wearing his trench coat and his fedora. He approached the guy and hova explained what he is mumbling about. Oculus nods and said,

Yeah I share the same ambition with you. Who doesn't want to join those Made guys making all that sweet sweet cash? Doing all these organized crimes and filling their fat greasy bellies with steaks and wines from their cold earned money. We'll make it there someday I guess. And I pray to whoever the fuck is up there that we don't sleep with the fishes anytime soon.

Oculus reaches in his suit and pulled out a couple of fine cigar from his pocket. He offered hova the other one.

Want to share this with me lad? I stole this one from a fat bastard wearing a suit down the avenue. 

Oculus lights his cigar as he watch some fat made guys toasting fron the bar across the streets.