Peace sits on the sidewalk on a corner street before he calls the people around to attention.

Good day to all i am here to tell a story of my life...

I come from a long line of Mafisio, My Great GrandFather who had died of wackback My grandfather who died in a mob war and my father who was murdered, when i found out that my father was killed i was in the European country of France fighting in what they are now calling the first world war, i had recieved the draft notice on my eightteenth brithday. I had several weeks of basic training i still can hear the cadences the drill instructor was shouting at us.  After i had finished basic and came back from the war i came back to join this thing of ours. So here i am not a very peacful story consdiering my name.

Peace then sits down waiting to see if anyone else has a story to share, he lights a joint.

Sylvestro stops by to listen, then sits next to the young man. Pass that over here will you. Sam takes a drag. You know if a guy didn't know any better, he might think you know of another war. Everyone I know called that last one The Great War. Never again will man enter into a another conflict like that they say. Who the hell "they" are, I dont know. But on to important things. Who murdered your pop, any idea's about that?

I still have no clue altough i am pretty sure he's dead by now

That great war you speak of is the war my grandfather had died in

Sam exhales and looks at the joint in his hand. Here you better take this, I think more than a hit or two could effect my cognitive abilities. Sam hands the funny cigarette back. Well if you aren't exactly sure if he is dead, let me assure you that if he were found alive he would be dead in short order. The gods would see to it. Sam crosses himself.

Peace takes his joint back and takes a hit.

I hope so.

Ok then, great little conversation we have had here. I want to leave you with a couple things, a silver dollar. Sam flips Peace a coin. And some advice about that there ganja you're puffing on. Smoke less, sell more.

Sylvestro stands up and heads downt the streets looking for more good conversation and possibly a hot dog.