Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Prologue to The Godfather of Los Angeles
It was a cold summer night and I was in a bad part of town. The part that only the tough or crazy show up at. And I was stuck there, making the mistake of being being neither the aforementioned tough or crazy. It was only midnight. I might get lucky and
be able to make it home without incident. "You have courage to be here",
said someone behind me, either drunk or stoned or both. I turned around
to face my destiny. I have my lucky .38 caliber pistol for just this
kind of circumstances. I put my hand in my pocket, feeling the gun..my
friend, my savior. I turn around and face my destiny.
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