Our duties as right hand men are to be there for  our families and respond to the call whenever it is asked of us. Our contributions can leave a lasting effect on our families. This is just one of the busy days of my life that I'm sharing with you, but I look forward to seeing if any other right hand men and women come out and share some of there busy routines.

6:30AM

With little sleep I was awake even though I slept in my car last night just to make the flight on time to get back to the headquarters. I was fully committed and understood that this what the life that I live. Taking care of a "business contract" in southern California had me taking the red eye back to Brooklyn in time to get the boss ready for his day. Now that I had some time to sit on the plan I would take the time to write out my routine for the day to come. Stopping the flight attendant I asked for something hard to drink if she could and returned quickly with a couple small shots in a bottle and a cup. I poured the shots together into the cup and looked out my window peering down into New York. Pulling my notepad from my coat pocket and removing the pen from the inside I began to write down my duties.

9:30AM

Arrived to the headquarters in time to get caught up on today's current affairs by PizzaLover and he also had the bosses breakfast ready. Always basic and to the point, what else what the left hand good for other then making the right look good. PizzaLover enjoyed to cook and I enjoyed to take the credit for it when it came time. Bacon,ham, and two over easy eggs with black coffee was what the boss was woken up with every morning at the same time. It didn't take long for the boss to get ready so in the mean time PizzaLover and I planned our shenanigans.

11:00AM

Syndicate was finally dressed and in the conference room where PizzaLover and I were patiently misbehaving. He sat down at the table with us as we all discussed current affairs and what the duties were for the day ahead. I am delegated the responsibilities for the day and PizzaLover goes back to what his loves to do, make pizza. Once the meeting commences I make sure to leave my daily payment to Pizza for his duties and my gratitude for accepting I took all of the glory in his work. He went back to the kitchen and I made my way downtown for an important meeting.

1:00PM

Made my way downtown by cab since it wasn't that far of a drive and the bus wasn't too keen on my driving after the last speeding ticket led to a prized car of his being impounded. I was right on time to meet with RobOakheart and some others from the other cities to discuss our roles in a newspaper that was in the works. There was plenty of whiskey to be poured as the people discussed the future of the project and made major strides in taking the next step to a finalized product. Even though I am a busy man as it was this was an important project for everyone involved. Once the meeting concluded everyone shook hands and thanked each other for there dedicated time. I open the door to the fresh air outside and stopped the first cabbie I could. 

7:00PM

Arrived at the airport in Chicago to do some more business and keep the cocaine trade market up and running through the Midwest. Walking through the front entrance I see a familiar black car parked in the valet area waiting for me. Opening up the passenger door I made contact with a longtime friend in SpaceCowboy. He smiled as he said to get in the car bitch, the fiends weren't waiting for anyone not even the dealer himself. I put the two suit cases I had brought with me in the trunk and we were on our way somewhere a bit safer. Just outside the city limits we had just enough time for him to check the product and for me to count the money before anything became suspicious. We made our way back into town and had a couple drinks before he was on he way leaving me on my own. Checking my watch it was already time for me to be back on the road again and boarding another plane.

1:00AM

Home awake and unpacked it is nice to enjoy ending a night in my home. It is very seldom that I get to enjoy my own bed at the end of a hard day. Enjoying some whiskey was an evening activity and almost a ritual before bed. I had stopped by the headquarters and checked up on everyone making sure the ones still awake and active were all doing alright. I caught OM drifting off into a slumber while waiting for mouseycop to make up her mind in a game of poker. Pouring drinks for the three of us before I left was my sign of letting them know I was off for the night and to call if anything was needed. After a long day, I finally put the whiskey away for the night and lay my head down when the phone begins to ring.