Sunday, September 21st, 2008
Issue: 92   Editor: NYX2000


Streets of Fire DezialBrown
You know, I thought it was finally time I found my feet, had some good guys and girls to show me the ropes. Shipping booze, jumping bank vaults, having a sneaky snifter in a cat-house with my new found buddies while the man tried to keep us down with the prohibition act.

I don't even remember how it began that night. All of a sudden there were broads screaming, tables and bullets, glasses, going everywhere. Before I knew what was happening it was all over - the big boys of The Imperium were no more.

Now, mama didn't raise no fool. I cut my losses and shipped on back to Louie, kept my nose down for a couple of nights. But I started thinking.. when the dust settles and people come back together, try and get there again, do I wanna be on the slab with Phief and the boys? Shit no. I made a few phone-calls about signing up with the Winter Hill gang. As far as I knew they were solid, untouchable, had fingers in everything.

Next day I'm hearing on the grape-vine they got whacked, too.

I lost check on everything else going down and I also lost something else that fateful night. I lost my faith. Its a dog-eat-dog world out there and this dog knows when to keep his nose out.

So this goes out to all the guys and girls who lost their lives on the streets of fire.

- Rest in peace and God have mercy on your souls -