Archived Don't You (Forget About Me)

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Militantagnostic

Former associate of the Targetti Crime Syndicate
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See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated like movie stars with muscle. We had it all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper bags filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a sugar bowl full of coke next to the bed...Anything I wanted was a phone call away. Free cars, the keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet twenty, thirty grand over a weekend and then I'd either blow the winnings in a week or go to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't mean anything. When I was broke I would go out and rob some more. We ran everything. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now...it's all over. And that's the hardest part.

Today, everything is different. There's no action. I have to wait around like everyone else. Can't even get decent food. Right after I got here I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an average nobody. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook. The red and khaki is hung up, and the next chapter has just been flipped to.
 
Enjoy the holidays. Laugh at Black Friday. If you haven’t already you’ll find a better job. Best wishes.
 
Make sure they treat you well in the Federal Witness Protection Program! ;)

Farewell.


Love the Goodfellas reference.
 
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