If you grew up in the 20s and 30s you’d definitely have heard of the mob, how they organized crime, robbed banks, and killed people with large scary guns. Stories about Bonnie and Clyde, baby face Floyd, Al Capone, and baby face Nelson. These stories of mobsters always intrigued me, always wanted to see them in person and in the mid-30s at the age of 16, I got what I wanted.

The first mobster whose name was Jackie took me in under his wing. He introduced me to other mobsters, I learned from each and every one of them, I learned how to shoot guns, my favorite was the m1918 Browning Automatic Rifle or BAR for short. That monster could blow holes in cars and explode a motherfuckers head off.

In the beginning I did the dirty work, I was the getaway driver, the guy that cleaned up after another mobsters mess and carry all the heavy luggage, but I worked my way up from the bottom and became a favorite of my boss, he liked me so much he chose me to take over once he was dead, it was like a dream come true.

A year or two later my boss died out of nowhere, did I blow a hole in his head? Nope, no one killed him………...he killed himself, ya see my boss was a food lover, he considered food better than sex. He ignored his health, completely shut it out and he ended up eating himself to death, poor motherfucker. It ain't like we didn’t try to help him, I and the other gangsters always tried to help but he was having none of it. Motherfucker was only 40 years old, still had some time before retiring.

I was young when I became a mob boss, 24 years old during the 40s. We did everything to organized crime, murder, and sometimes giving back to the community, I too was in their place at some point in my life. I wiped out so many rival gangs, killed so many people, of course, I’ve thought about those I’ve killed but I try not to think about them too often as it will deteriorate my mental health as time goes by, sometimes I do regret killing those people, they could’ve had families and those who cared about them but we were both in rival gangs and neither of us could help the fact that one of us had to go.

My men were extremely loyal, they’d do anything for me in the blink of an eye. I’ll always remember their names, Antonio, luko, Marco, Stefano, and others. World war 2 was a problem for the rest of the world, but for me and the gang it helped quite a bit, we were able to pull off some big operations while everyone had their eyes glued onto the situation in Europe and what the United States was going to do about that situation.

We even got to earn some public points, we gave money, food, and other necessities. The BAR was still my favorite gun, still held up against the newer guns, was also a hell of a lot cheaper than the new guns, tons of guns used in world war 1 were lying around so might as well take em while we can.

There was this one cocksucker, he was a hawk Shaw or detective. Always was following my ass around the city trying to arrest me and expose my crimes, he never got shit done, everything I did I had my goons to cover it up. A bit later in his campaign against me, he just gave up, started to go drink in bars and mingle of some broads. He stumbled upon me half drunk and just got his sausage spiced up. He bumped into me and instantly recognized me, many knew my face, from wanted posters to locals describing my face, the authorities knew what I looked like but they could never actually catch up to me, I was just too good.

So once the drunken Hawkshaw saw me his wonky hand reached into his pocket, he had a pocket-sized pistol hidden in his trench coat pocket, he would’ve gotten me if it wasn’t for the fact that he kept on missing the opening to his pocket, his hand wobbled and his whole body was shaking. Soon three of my boys saw what was happening and tied the son of a bitch leaving him in the bathroom stalls in the bar…………...fun times.

I finally retired in the 80s. In the mid-90s I was sentenced to life in prison for murder, Well it was an act of but the justice system has been trying to get me for years so they decided to rule it as murder. To be honest, I’d rather die in a prison cell than get gunned down, back in the day you’d be killed on the spot but times have changed……...they’ve definitely changed. Ex-mob boss and longtime criminal Antonio alvichi caught and put behind bars……... is probably what they're gonna put on the news.

And from there I’ve been living the last years of my life in prison.

I always reminisce about Those times, I myself am also surprised that I’m capable of remembering all of the things ever happened in my life, from the good to the bad I’ll never forget them, their completely ingrained into my brain, I can never let those memories go……..not a single one of them.