Roof Top Shadow

While i was in the process of walking over to the rather plump woman in the red dress sitting down in the bar, I noticed a suspicious looking guy sitting at the bar. I had never seen him in there before so naturally I was a bit curious about the fellow. Something about him just wasnt right. He was trying just a little too hard to be noticed. He stank like a pig. He just had that ora about him. I didnt much like reporters in my bar because I figured that they were always up to no good, so imagine how peved I was when I saw this little foul cop in my establishment. I told Left to tell the bar tender to let that pig catch a glimpse of some of the tools that we kept behind the counter just to let him know what he had waiting for him if he ever came back to my place. I couldnt believe this guy. If it aint one thing its another, right? I needed a smoke and some fresh air. The only thing was that I couldnt go for a walk because it was raining cats and dogs outside. The damn whether men never got it right. Hmmp, 72 and partly cloudly...right. I walked over to the window to see if the storm had done any real damage outside. When I looked up at the clouds to try and see which direction the storm was headed, I saw what appeared to be a person standing on the roof of the Washington Heights Apartment buildings. It was kinda hard to make out exactly what they were doing on account of the freakin gale force winds and rain outside but it looked as if they were trying to cover up something on top of that roof. I couldnt make out what it was though. That was just too curious for me to let. I told Lefty that as soon as the storm let up to get up on top of that roof and check things out. Whatever was going on up there was obviously important enough to risk being struck by lightning, meaning that it was definitely something that I needed to know about. Nothing worth while should go on around here, if I didnt know about it. I told Lefty to find out what they were covering up by any means necessary. I wanted to know who was on that building and why. I told Lefty to get the scoop and bring the info on this mystery character to me.

I Still Got It

I knew that today would be a busy one, my days always were. I had sevral "business ventures" to pursue, and even more wrongs that needed to be righted. Being the Boss isn't an easy job. Every now and then I would take a well deserve vaction. Maybe out to Vegas to blow some cash, or mabe back to Italy to pick up to Pastrami. I liked having options. I knew that I was going to have some time to relax later on that night, so I told my right hand man to Lefty to go to the buther shop and buy a New York Strip for $650 on the best piece of meat in the shop. I had been eating this same piece of meat now for three weeks straight and it hadn't disappointed me yet. It was just simply better that all its competion, so it proved to be a worth while investment. The butcher was a real okay guy. He was a beast of a man, and he had no problem choppin up body parts. This much I know from personal expirience.I had him do me a couple favors a while back. I never told him exactly what "animal" it was that I needed him to cut up, and he didnt ask either. Thats just the way I like it. You see, Oscar understood the order of things. He has a few relatives in Columbia who just happen to be good friends of mine, so I tried to make sure that nobody screwed with the poor bastard. But as far as I was concerned, he was a good guy.
When Left came back back and told me that the deed was done, I decided to go downstairs to the bar and see what I could see. Was there any potential customers for my gus to take care of, where my girls making me any money, there was always something to be done. I didnt too much like to get my hands dirty. I have people for that. Those days of me being in the trenches are over now. Im too old to be muckin around in the jungle with these animals. Now, I order, they execute. That is just the order of things. I've grown far too accustomed to the lion's den to leave now. The trick to being the king of the jungle is simply making sure that everyone knows that your the king of the jungle. Some times these young guys get a little too over zealous though. They think with their hearts and not their head. Thats why I got Lefty. Everyone comes through Lefty. Lefty is a stand up guy, and me and him go way back. If he sees any young lions among these scavengers, then we take em' and groom em' and tame em'. If they are anything like I was, then the fire in their eyes and the hunger in the pit of their soul simply wont allow them to be tamed; so I have them taken care of. I hate to see the good ones go, but to let them go may be to bring about my own downfall. Im a business man, and young hungry lions simply arent good for business.
As I took a shot of my usual (Bourbon, straight up) I noticed a women in the bar with some bright red heels on. She was a big woman, but you would be surprised how many requests I got for the mammoths. Well, time to see if I still got it.

The Order of Things

I own this city. I give this city its life and breath. I am the both the heart and the cancer of this place. Nothing goes on here that I dont know about. If I don't give the okay, then there is nothing. This is the Machelli family's territory, and I just happen to be the Boss. I alone have the power to make a man untouchable. Invincibility is released through the movement of my tounge. One would be foolish to believe that because I live in the upper room of a run down bar, that I am to be overlooked. It is a mistake mostly made by two bit thug-wannabe's from out of town, but I see to it that it is a mistake only made once. I am the order in this city. Without me there would be anarchy, and I refuse to live under such conditions.
My family moved to America from glorious Italy back in the 20's. Its amazing, and fortunate for me, that we have been able to keep a pure blood line even since then. I am 100% Italian. Some of the best guys I have ever met have been mixed with something somewhere down the line, and for that reason they can't be Made Men. Only 100% pure, the best of the best will do. My father and my mother tried to earn an earnst living and do everything on the up and up; real squares, when i think about it. But me, I always knew that life wasn't for me. I was always into getting want I wanted by any means neccessary. I was a real wiseguy. Now I am running a modern day empire. There was no public election in this town. My vote was the only one that mattered. The law...they were a joke. I had the entire force in my pocket. Its amazing how much memory loss a little money filled suitcase can cause to a precinct. I was the Boss because i believed in respect, order, and taking care of people. You gotta know how to treat people in this world. Everybody has their price. The cops seem to miss 80% of the kocain and heroine that comes through this town on a monthly basis. Why, you may ask? Because they know its mine, and to interfere with my business would be a very disrepectful thing to do. If anybody makes a move on my girls or my product, it is always the last thing that they do. You cannot mess up the order of things around here. I simply won't allow it. Every pimp, drug dealer, politician, police officer, and even butcher owes me favors around here. I take care of them, and they take care of me. Its a very simply, yet efficient relationship.