My best friend is a killer.
Which is bad enough. But what's worse is that I am a fucking cop. A fat out of shape lazy cop who works with computers and sits on his ass but still a cop.
Where we grew up in Red Hook in the sixties you had a good chance to be one or the other. Or you moved to fucking Staten Island over the guinea gangplank and never looked back. We didn't though. We were what the moolies called original gangsters. Of course Mikey still was a gangster. And it looked like he was gonna get promoted. To capo. Hot shit.
Mikey Scala was coming up in the world. He had his button for quite a while but now his old man was on his last legs and he wanted to secure his place in the family. The old man was a holy terror and the most feared hitman on the East Coast for the last twenty years. Nobody fucked with the Weseal. He had the biggest balls in any borgota in the city, jesus in the fucking country. That's what made is so ironic that he was dying now. Of aids. What the fuck?
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Angels have dirty faces.
And dirty pee pees.
Actually the original guy got aids from a blood transfusion.
And the protagonist is a cop not a priest. A slightly crooked cop but a cop none the less.
No heros. Only bad choices. You have to take the least bad choice you can make. If you can.
Can we just agree that angels are scum?
I think you actually have your own voice already, Troop. You'd do well to pursue this.
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