Dear mobster,

I know we all live in a tough world..

We witness many wars, losing people close to us, we all spend time in prison sooner or later. At times, we even sit out all the time we undeservedly are sentenced to. We all sometimes even fail the simplest of petty crimes. People scream when we pickpocket them. Trying to sell drugs when prices have just dropped.. We sometimes don't even get organized crimes decently organized. And what about that moment our gun fails when we are pulling the trigger on someone? Or when we kill someone we do not want to shoot at all? Life is tough on us. Therefore I want to lend out a hand to all of those who need one:

Seminar on how to cope with disappointments

This afternoon
15:00 MR time

I'd like to attend this seminar just to see what you have to say on the subject.

I consider myself an expert on the topic, having led a family containing Tentacion for a month or so now. Also raising him has been one huge disappointment. He is the bastard love child of me and IslaCrawford's drunken escapades in the sack. He actually thinks AmyPond is his real mother...imagine the disappointment he would feel if he knew he was a child of impurity. 

Not to mention generations of being close friends with Malachai. Don't even get me started on that f00ker.

feels disappointed with the quality of the leaflet and gets very confused about whether this means he should attend or not...decides to drink on it and decide later...

Disappointment.

It was a word he had heard a lot as a child. Not from the ladies, mind you; no he always left them more satisfied than anyone, but his own parents and the many people who worked with him throughout his young life. They weren't always as excited to see poor Bachelor, yes, he knew the word very well, indeed.

Sometimes, we... sometimes it doesn't matter who thinks we're a disappointment. You just have to keep going, you have to thrust those hips and move your lips until... you just... sometimes... they can't say anything bad about you if you're looking good... if you're just... if you're owning -- owning it...

He held back the tears like a champion. He wouldn't lose his composure, not like last time.

I'm a big boy. I'm a big boy, I don't need to deal with this anymore.

He ran off. He wasn't crying. Fuck you.

Seeing the proud, manly and pretty attractive (did I think that out loud?!) Bachelor run off, totally not in tears, made AlbertoTomba notice there might be quiet an audience of hurt souls turning up later.

Back in TheNihilist's HQ he had already seen a puzzled Tentacion, asking all kind of eXiStEnTiAlIsT questions.
Alberto also hoped WoonBot would attend, as he knew their both forefathers shared a failing tendency in certain aspects.

He called up Shelby to arrange some extra chairs for the session later and started making some more decent leaflets, in the hope that would persuade Mr_Bassett to attend as well..

AlbertoTomba drags another seat in for Gracie, as she may want some tips and tricks

Gracie wandered up and looked around, reading a sign posted on the streetlamp she chuckled before tucking her hands in her pockets and wandering over to AlbertoTomba . "Excuse me," she said to him, "I think it's really brave of you." she added as she reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "Really brave of you to come out here, and hold an entire Seminar on your penis. Well done." she said with a smile. "I hope some day the others of this world can be just as brave." she nodded and then headed back to her office where she had a prostate exam with Ranger scheduled. 

Upon overhearing further details of the content of the seminar he quickly places his jacket over a seat on the front row to secure his spot, and quickly ran to grab a coffee before the whole thing began.

He silently wondered if performance related issues as well as size would be covered but decided not to ask and simply wait for a detailed agenda and hoped there would be an opportunity for questions at the end...

Mr_Cat walked into the streets, catching one of the leaflets. He saw AlbertoTomba's name there and knew exactly what it was going to be about. He was certain that Alberto would speak from pure experience. Those disappointing pen-... Pencils. Yes. They were the worst. 

​​​​​It wasn't time to meet up yet, but there was nothing wrong with meeting up a little earlier. Nonetheless, Alberto could be there already - wanting to hear another disappointing story. Mr_Cat couldn't help but think about GabeTheDog whenever the word 'disappointment' crossed his mind. Perhaps it was due to the smell? Honestly, he had always thought that dogs would smell better - until he met Gabe. So disappointing. 

Mr_Cat sat in front of the place, waiting for someone to open the doors and let him inside.. 

About half an hour before the start of the seminar, AlbertoTomba re-enters the building. He had been working his ass off to make this first meeting a success, a seminar people would remember, a seminar that would be confronting, yet useful for all attendants.

He walked towards the big hall and saw quite a couple of people waiting before the still closed doors. Some people looked frankly frightened, like Tentacion, who was totally in doubt of who his true mother was.. Luckily AmyPond was there to support him whilst her TheNihilist was over-casually chatting to IslaCrawford.

On his way to the entrance he nodded at Bachelor, whispering
Man, you did an excellent job on wiping those non-existent tears off of your face
The fact that the always ambitious Hurley was present as well made Alberto smile.. He almost bumped into Gracie, who was talking to Mr_Bassett about finishing the session early.. Gracie mysteriously did not look up to look Alberto in the eyes, but straight ahead, as if was hiding something awkward in his pockets.

Awkward..

He looked up before he walked on to the doors. Not far from there was Mr_Cat smelling like GabeTheDog. Alberto hardly had time to actually think of the how and why of that, because he needed to get to the entry, he passed the couple and arrived at the entry.

He took a leaflet out of his pockets, held it against the door with his spread hand, fixed the top and bottom with a piece of tape and stepped back. He removed his arms and the note showed

Due to unforeseen circumstances, the seminar on dealing with disappointments is cancelled

Alberto turned around and left the entrance hall at a slow pace, smiling sneakily..

Gracie stood up and looked around, "Looks like the rumor's are true." she said to the person next to her, "AlbertoTomba came prematurely and left us all disappointed." she heaved a sigh and wandered off, the medical conventions she attended about hangnails were far more interesting. 

Had hoped coming prematurely would be one of the topics discussed along with a life time of disappointing women and the deep deep shame of performance and size issues.....

He follows Gracie in a slightly creepy way wondering if she holds all the answers to his problems...wonders if feeling disappointed about a seminar on being disappointed not happening is all part of the healing process....feels disappointed to realise most likely not....

Sirius hit the streets late afternoon and someone told him there was to be some kind of seminar going to start so he was looking for it, until he saw a leaflet saying that it was going to be cancelled.

"Well, what a disappointment, maybe that's the lesson to learn from here - don't expect anything from anyone." he thought for himself while walking out the street and lightning a cigar leaving a trail of smoke behind him.

Aoife sees Sirius standing around, and wanders over to ask him what is going on.  When he explains the seminar on disappointment, she is puzzled.  Aoife doesn't know disappointment.  She must be lucky.  Yes she is <3  Aoife lives a charmed life, and she knows it.

She skips off into the distance to find AlbertoTomba, maybe he can explain this to her so that she can understand.

Aoife looks at the ring on her finger and smiles, then runs off giggling.

AlbertoTomba first encountered some cigar smoke and later found the disappointed Sirius in between it. He put an arm around him to comfort him..

The first step is acknowledging, buddy. I am pretty happy with that result out there from the entrance hall meeting. People were properly disappointed, isn't that ironic? He tapped Sirius's shoulder as he walked off

All those utterly disappointed faces.. Alberto made a quick note on a little paper he would undoubtedly lose later about a new business opportunity. There seemed to be a decent potential clientele. All here actually.. Apart from @Aiofe that is, she seemed a bit.. cheerful..

Alberto smiled as he thought about how great it felt to give Gracie some peace of mind, having her get confirmation on the rumours she heard elsewhere

If I wanted to learn how to cope with disappointment, I would ask my mother how she dealt with my for 18 years.