Mafia fashion is interesting. What do the colors mean? What does it mean to be a blood? What does it mean to be in the Irish mafia? Is it just that you’re wearing green? Is it just that you’re wearing red? No, the green becomes your whole life. The red becomes your whole life. Everything you do is about those colors and what they represent and mean to you. I remember once I was listening to the radio, and this woman said, Bloods make the best fathers out of all the gangs. That was when I decided I would join the Bloods. Or maybe I was already in the Bloods. I think I’ve been in the Bloods since my patients indoctrinated me into it in Chicago. I had so many patients whose family members were in the Bloods or the patient themselves was in the Bloods. Some of the patients even called me Blood, like, thanks, Blood, when I ordered some medication that made them feel better. Does that mean I’m in the Bloods? No. I was outside the chicken store once, and I asked a Blood, am I in the Bloods? And the Blood said, if you want to be in the Bloods, you’re in the Bloods. So I guess that was when I joined it, when I was outside that chicken store in Hyde Park, sitting next to Obama’s guy in the black sedan. What is that chicken store? It’s famous. If you don’t know, it’s called Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles. Waffles is my cat’s name too. Peanut named the cat Waffles and the other cat Pancake. It’s kind of funny how Waffles is plural, but Pancake’s not. But Pancake is a combination of black and white. Waffles has that jungle cat color. Both of them were Hawaiian street cats. They’re from Hawaii. They were born in Hawaii. I love Waffles so much. He’s the cutie boy. I treated him like a dog when he was a kitten, so he loves to cuddle and snuggle. Pancake I treated like a cat, except I took her into the pool. She got so mad when I took her into the pool. But it was just so she’s the king cat. I just wanted her to be the king cat because she’s a boss bitch. Pancake is the only animal that ever could boss me around. Well, I guess Lucy can boss me around too, but Pancake was the first animal that ever could boss me around. Why? I don’t know, I think Pancake’s like Camila in a way. Like, if I do something that makes her mad, she just ignores me and then that hurts me more than anything. When Camila is ignoring me, I feel so sad. I feel like she’s been ignoring me for a couple of years now. She hasn’t had a new song in a couple of years. Makes me sad. Her songs are what make me happy because I can hear her voice. When there’s no new song, it’s like she’s not telling me anything else. It’s like she’s keeping all her secrets to herself. And then I wonder if she even loves me. Maybe she really does love that guy she’s with. Maybe I’m just stupid and in the mafia and I got my mafia codes mixed up. Maybe she’s in my mafia and I have to let her marry someone from another mafia, even though I love her. It seems that’s what happened with all my other girls. They all got married off to other mafias. Once my mom told me maybe I’m the person who doesn’t get married. She said something like, maybe not everyone is destined to get married. That makes me really sad. I always just wanted to be married and have a family. That’s all I ever wanted. I mean, I have my gang family and my mafia family, but it only goes so far with that. I know they would kill me in a second if they could to take what I have and redistribute it or something. That’s the shitty part about being in the mafia. You can’t even trust the people around you. Even though they only have what they have because of you, they’re always willing to fuck you over. So Corleone, will you be the godfather? Godfather Corleone, will you be the godfather? I’ll just be a hitter. I’m pretty good at hitting. Maybe I’m not so good at hitting on these chicks. They only stay with me for a short time. I have fun with them though, I’m with them though. And then they leave. Usually a few years later, they send me a picture of a baby and they’re like, I got a baby now. And I’m like, damn, I wish it was my baby. They don’t even send pictures of the husband. They just send me a picture of the baby. I guess they know it’ll make me sad because I don’t have one with me. All I got is a bunch of gold and a million dollar condo, penthouse, and three or four cars. But all of that’s just objects. So I collect objects like gold and paintings and purses and leather jackets and sports memorabilia. I hope it can fill the void in my soul. from not having the woman with me. And then someone pisses me off to go on a mission to pull triggers. So I go and pull the triggers, and the targets are killed, and then the CIA finds out about it, and they wanna use my triggers. So they offer me a deal, 100K per kill, and I do about 947 kills, but then they tell me I’ve done 104,000 kills.
