I always wanted to be a bad guy; it must feel so different to be called as a bad ass. So let me go straight to my story. I live in bay side area, queens long, New York. I am raised by a middle class family. I had taken a job in the nearby cafeteria, which was run by a fat guy named Patrick. He had connections all over and was the local don over there. He ran a business, well illegal, and which fucking business in this world is legal. ZERO. My mom was happy because I had taken a job at the age of thirteen. She used to brag about it to everyone. I got well acquainted with Patrick. He loved me for my work. Although my job was part time of just parking the cars of visitors, but still I considered it as full time. It is because at there I was treated as a grown man and being a grown man has its own advantages. I was a free man and luckiest one too. I can do whatever I wanted to do. I used to do petite works of Patrick too. A dollar here and there, collecting the money, dealing in small and getting the bills paid. You know what I mean? So the life was fun.
My father was pissed of always, he was pissed off because he did not earn enough money, he was pissed off because my mom was not Angelina Jolie, he was pissed off because my brother was a cripple, and mostly he was pissed off at me.
One day he came barking and threw a letter at me. The letter was from my school.
‘You have been not attending the classes since one fucking month, you little bitch,’ he screamed at me and bam, before I could think of anything, he took out his belt and started hitting me. My back was on fire.
Sooner it became a habit; I did not care for much. Actually I did not care much because when I complained to Patrick, he along with his boys took me to the school and asked me to point the teacher and I did it. So my teacher will remember me always, because he was beaten nearly to death.
‘Next time you complain anything about this boy to his parents, you will find your head baking in the Owen, and you hear me.’ One of the boys shouted. I thanked.
So money was everything, and only thing I wanted with my life was POWER AND MONEY. There were times when there were untouchables but nowadays, one without money is worthless and an untouchable.
SO to be what I wanted, there was only one option; to be a gangster.
Years went on and it was time for me to be a national hero. At a small party arranged by Patrick, that is where I first met Peter. He was the hot shot of the town. Everyone feared him and he was the king. He was tipping each and everyone with twenty, thirty dollars easily. It startled me. Patrick introduced me to him. He was so charismatic throughout the conversation that it left me with a hard on and the next thing I could possibly remember is that I was working for him. I was joined by Jimmy, the redhead psycho. He shot everyone who did not listen to him or insulted him one or the other way, except me and Peter. We were the three Gang-is-ters . There was no guilt in us. We kept on killing everyone who impeded us.
The business was simple; we gave protection to the weak, just like police, private police. But we took something in return. There was no way of bargaining and no need of any kind of fear. So it was simple as it looks. In the mean time I got married to Lisa. She was hot in the beginning and
Soon the smell faded away. I dumped her, she was crazy and irrational.
Our business was going very well, except for that one time when Jimmy shot a bartender who had asked him to clear his bill. This got us in trouble; it was come to know that bartender turned out to be the owner and also a relative of FBI officer. We were jailed for 5 years for incompetence and our disregard to the law.
So back then after five years, there was no stopping again. We started again, but this time with cocaine and not very soon we got our ass busted for that. But this time it was me who got caught. I thought I would die, but there was some relief. There was an offer made to me. I just had to give up Jimmy and Peter. I had to reveal everything. I had no other option. I was covered from all sides. So this is how it happened. I charged everything against them. I receive a year sentence and them for ten years.
Did I do right? I don’t know. Maybe I was or I was not. But Being a bad guy has its own side effects.
INSPIRED NARRATION(GOOD FELLAS)
