The lady finishes her job, the most expensive lap dance I ever paid I must say, and then I return to my table.

A table surrounded by the regulars.

"These are the things that make me not regret start killin' to make a living. As long as I can, I'll be coming here daily to place another 100$ on Molly's panties. That I am sure of"

Then I finish my bourbon.

"Bring me another, will ya doll face?"

She nodded and I turn my attention to the table.

"Aren't you guys a bit tired of the current talk? People complaining about the big guy, the rules, the bla bla mother fucking bla. I mean, you can't expect that they let you into a system that provides you the kind of life where you can afford daily 100$ lap dances, and then not ask for a few things in return. Everywhere you go there are rules. When I visit my mamma, I can't sit on the table without washing my hands first. Know what I mean?"

"This is no different.  And why should it? It's money we're talking about, after all. And who gets the power gets the money, so who gets the power wants to make sure that they keep both things. Who wouldn't? And, and, I know, there's also politics to deal with. But not the one you read on papers every day. This is the underworld. You kill people who give you the wrong looks. Because you can't afford to waste time figuring out whether he's on a bad mood or wants to clip ya. Time's money.  And people cannot waste time with people who they don't trust. As simple as that. Cos that's gonna cost money, feel me? The big boys are discussing what it's good for their own pockets, and who they're gonna kill to make sure their kids keep what they've built, and who are the one's they're gonna let into their inner circle to sustain the entire system."

"An entire fucking system. You think they have time to waste to think about your daddy issues and insecurities? This isn't a democracy pal, nor a place you sit on a couch and talk about your hopes and dreams. It's not that place they sold you like the place of the sunshines and rainbows. if you want that join the Democrats. The real world. This is the mob pal. You either agree or you don't. And if you can't solve things by a nice dinner and decent wine, you only have one way out. Whack people. But please, while you find the way? Shut the fuck up, and get workin'"

By this time the drink was served.

"Excuse me gents, I get a bit stressed when I don't have booze around me. I know, I know, sometimes I talk too much."

And to ease my pains, I drink the whole thing in one shot.

"But anyway, am I right or what?"