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I remember as clear as the day before last. I remember when I first saw those things, those undead minions, those rotting beings, those zombies. It all started when I, Johnny Imperioli and my brother Jackie went to make a pick up on a couple late installments. We were to break the legs of a known coke addicted politician whom owed us immunity among the Boston fuzz, along with about $500,000 but it seems this low life piece of shit was not only late but told one of our sharks that he wasn't paying a dime unless we lower the interest rates. That sleazy mother fucker resisted and fought back when I took the hammer to his shins so my brother had to teach this cock sucker a lesson.

So Jackie took his old bat out and was pounding the ever loving shit out of this man when I saw his head split like a watermelon. I was quite pissed because now not only was our boss going to have our nuts on a platter but we got ourselves a dead politician to make disappear, and with the fuzz these days the 5-0 was making it harder and harder for us to make the deceased disappear. That summer I think about ten bodies were discovered. Someone had to be tipping them off, but that my friend is another tale for another time.

Well I ran to the nearest pay phone and told a friend of mine what had happened. "Remember that thing we had to do in Green Grove, yeah well things got fucked up and the political pig is taking a long nap…no shit it's bad but it happened…listen dickhead are you going to help us or are you just going to have that whore suck your quarter inch prick all night…get your potato eating Irish fucking ass up here. Jesus hurry up!" and with this I slammed the phone down and made my way over to the scene of the crime, which by the way was poolside of this political piggies nice home away form home, which was littered with the evidence of a cocaine prostitute party. I never been much for politics but I can testify to this, this man will be missed by all. He was a big shot in the anti-crime unit, whom worked along side those in the coke business and did a little work on the side with us blue collar Italian types. He fucked with the wrong guineas that's all.

Well I made my way poolside to see Jackie smoking a cigarette. He smiled looking at the corpse of the waste of human flesh. "Well this really is going to put a damper in my evening."

"Well you should have thought of that before you turned his head into a fucking splattered fruit dish. I swear Jackie that coke is really fucking up your judgment. Lay off that shit, or at least cut down on the free basing of it. Why can't you snort it like a normal person for Christ sake?"

"I ain't here to here you bitch and whine. If I wanted to hear that I would have not killed this fuck twat and I would listen to him bitch and complain, ok father?"

Some times Jackie could be an arrogant asshole with a fucking stick up his ass and a load of shit in his ear, which occasionally leaked out of his mouth. This cocksucker was a royal pain in the ass sometimes. Grade a 'kiss my ass' douche bag material. But blood is blood and with that I do got respect. I ain't respected too much in my life time but Jackie was my blood and I had to respect him. One had to really know Jackie in order to like him. He naturally was a ball buster, as were most us Italian Mafioso types. We take and we take and we don't give unless it is giving out a broken jaw or handing a man his fucking heart on a platter. A slice of advice my friend, don't get into a fight with one of us less you care to loose you're front pure whites and a re coloring of your complexion to a black and blue with the butt of a magnum.

As we waited there for this Irish fuck, whom only associated with us because his father was a big man in the scene, I entertained myself with the statue of a naked broad by the poolside. She had a rack few truly natural women had and an ass I never seen on a women except for in the Bada Bing when watching the Sopranos on HBO Sunday nights.

As I found myself lost in the stone rack of this monumental whore I heard Jackie cry out for help. I rushed over there as quick as my daggle legs could carry me and saw Jackie fighting with the political fuck. I could not believe my eyes for his head was bashed in and it seemed impossible for him to even live, let alone attack Jackie. He also seemed to have a strength he lacked before, for I never saw a single man ever hold his own against Jackie for Jackie was a can of whoop ass ready to explode all over this entire fucking world. I bet he could take on the entire Russian army with a hand around the head of the broad going down on his package and the other scratching his ass. I couldn't believe my eyes.

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