The images of gunfights and heroic fighting scenes of movies filled my mind as we came to a halt on the field. Such a big villa is sure to have hundreds of guards with shotguns and machine guns. When I was about to pull my pistol under my jacket, Alfonso prevented that gesture. With a grin he told me in a low voice "That won't be necessary unless you want to make it so." With a nod, we got out of the car and I followed him closely as we jogged towards the guardhouse.
The guard, with a shotgun on his hand, pointed at us and asked us to stay as we were about afew meters away from him. Alfonso gave him a grin and popped in a fresh cigarette. "I, err.. am sorry.. I was about to stop but my car was rigged.. I'm here to see Mr Gasbarro, I've got an invitation.. let me erm.. find the card..." The guard got even more cautious as Alfonso searched his pockets, and that made me even more nervous as he had his finger on the trigger. Finally, a rectangular elegant white card with thin golden border was taken out, but I remembered the card was the wine menu he stole from the French restaurant we went two days back. The guard ordered us to hand him the card for verification and I am sure that we're gonna get messed up big time.
The moment the guard reached out for the card with the other hand, Alfonso grabbed and turned the shotgun around and aimed at the guard. The surprised look on the guard's face was priceless, all happened so fast that it took him afew seconds to accept what just happened.
"Now we need the pistol kid, and keep it aimed at his nuts. heheheh"
All went according to Alfonso's plan. Alfonso was smoking far away from the guard house, waiting for our pick up, while I was in the guardhouse with the guard, under the counter aiming his nuts with my pistol. The guard was very co-operative, telling his reinforcements exactly what Alfonso wanted him to say. As the reinforcements drove back deeper into the villa to search for us, I knocked the guard unconscious before reuniting with Alfonso at the pick up location.
While in the car, I still felt quite shameful for what I did, so I asked why the nuts.
Alfonso gave a wide grin and laughed abit before answering. Then with a playful and proud tone, he said "Men like us do not fear death, as death is pride... And we cannot risk to live, without pride... heheheh..."
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Monday, November 1, 2010
Memories
We always hear people saying it is sad to lose someone, someone as a friend, or someone who is a family. Often we see funerals with people wearing dull coloured clothes, put up gloomy faces, some even cried and everyone seems to be sad even some don't even know who is in that box.
The guy in the box is one of our Family's wild card, Alfonso Romano, at the age like that he would be in there in a decade more or so anyway. I was working under this great guy ever since I was pulled into the Family for my accidental crime. This funeral reminded me of one of his lessons to me afew years back when I did my first "Icing". We rigged something up and someone will accidentally die and that would serve a reminder that how unlucky one can be if they offended the wrong company. While we were doing our job, he grinned and told me, "Hey Kid, you know, death is always imminent. There is no way you can escape from death. However, ways of dying could be arranged, but for me, I prefer to do the choosing.."
Few years later, perhaps we can say "what goes around comes around", but he did, in some way, chose his way of death. We got an icing of a typical underling substandard job of car rigging, our brakes didn't work hard enough when it should. When he found out that after reaching 60km/h won't stop the vehicle, he smiled at me and told me our car got rigged. I was confused as the brakes were working when we initially drove out, and he answered my qualms with a bunch of "Car Mechanism for Dummy" explanation, and asked me to hang on tight. At times like these I thought we should be scared and really focus on the situation, but Uncle Alfonso just maintained a smile and turned on my favourite track "La Lola" by Cafe Quijano to maximum volume, a CD we "bought" the other day with the money we extorted from the same store.
We had a Hell Ride towards the Highway, we went pass light traffic, frequently back and fro against the traffic, and his main aim was to get to an open land with grass or sand. We just happen to have one not far from us across the highway, but that land coincidentally belongs to the family of the guy who received our icing perfectly. I was asked to make a phone call for and request for a pick up, and when that was done, he laughed and joked "A decade ago, there were no such detonators which can be used as phones, we had to go to the nearest public phone and make a call and get back into the car and pretend we were in the midst of being iced! Still, it is better than a century ago when they have to release pigeons!"
The roller coaster ride feels more like a police chase than our car being rigged, Uncle Alfonso always make Dreadful Situations into something fun, or something less dreadful atleast. The cops seems to have gave up the chase the moment we were in the vicinity of the other Family's private property. We rammed through the barricades, gave the joker who was guarding it a shock in his life, and we steered towards the vast grassland and circled randomly in it, and the car gradually lose its stamina and finally decided to rest.
The guy in the box is one of our Family's wild card, Alfonso Romano, at the age like that he would be in there in a decade more or so anyway. I was working under this great guy ever since I was pulled into the Family for my accidental crime. This funeral reminded me of one of his lessons to me afew years back when I did my first "Icing". We rigged something up and someone will accidentally die and that would serve a reminder that how unlucky one can be if they offended the wrong company. While we were doing our job, he grinned and told me, "Hey Kid, you know, death is always imminent. There is no way you can escape from death. However, ways of dying could be arranged, but for me, I prefer to do the choosing.."
Few years later, perhaps we can say "what goes around comes around", but he did, in some way, chose his way of death. We got an icing of a typical underling substandard job of car rigging, our brakes didn't work hard enough when it should. When he found out that after reaching 60km/h won't stop the vehicle, he smiled at me and told me our car got rigged. I was confused as the brakes were working when we initially drove out, and he answered my qualms with a bunch of "Car Mechanism for Dummy" explanation, and asked me to hang on tight. At times like these I thought we should be scared and really focus on the situation, but Uncle Alfonso just maintained a smile and turned on my favourite track "La Lola" by Cafe Quijano to maximum volume, a CD we "bought" the other day with the money we extorted from the same store.
We had a Hell Ride towards the Highway, we went pass light traffic, frequently back and fro against the traffic, and his main aim was to get to an open land with grass or sand. We just happen to have one not far from us across the highway, but that land coincidentally belongs to the family of the guy who received our icing perfectly. I was asked to make a phone call for and request for a pick up, and when that was done, he laughed and joked "A decade ago, there were no such detonators which can be used as phones, we had to go to the nearest public phone and make a call and get back into the car and pretend we were in the midst of being iced! Still, it is better than a century ago when they have to release pigeons!"
The roller coaster ride feels more like a police chase than our car being rigged, Uncle Alfonso always make Dreadful Situations into something fun, or something less dreadful atleast. The cops seems to have gave up the chase the moment we were in the vicinity of the other Family's private property. We rammed through the barricades, gave the joker who was guarding it a shock in his life, and we steered towards the vast grassland and circled randomly in it, and the car gradually lose its stamina and finally decided to rest.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I have no Life...
Ever watched a movie and wondered what is the moral of the story? And when you thought you've got it, you got all disappointed later, to find out it was all wrong when you shared it with others..
But how many do realise that, there is no standard moral to any story... Sometimes, even the author of the story ain't sure of the moral of the story himself... Same goes when we want to read one's mind. The fact is we are not actually reading, but predicting, which in other words guessing... At that point of time, even the person we are trying to read do not even know what is on their mind...
I always thought I knew who am I, always assume that I know how things revolve around the world, and thought that I could just live a life just like anyone else...
Ain't life is just about finishing school, grab a job, stick by the law, start a family, watch your kids grow, try not to get sick, and die in peace... Maybe there will be some hiccups here and there, but ultimately, as long as we are near the guidelines that are offered to us by the elders, things should be just fine ain't it?
Unfortunately, life changes without you knowing... Sometimes, when there is something in your blood, you won't be able to just live another life which you really want... Sometimes, it is your life that controls you instead... Take adrenaline rush for example, some people would flee, while some would stay and fight...
When my first fear struck me, I went frenzy. My blood took control, everything happens too fast for me to control... Instincts some may say, but its bad blood I feel... It was an evening, just like any evenings, I walked home after school just like any other days through the same back alley... A group moronic thugs just had to appear and claimed that I've stepped into his territory. Had me surrounded with blunt weapons in their hands, grinning at me just like a pack of wolves surrounding a sheep... With no experience of such events before, I got scared awfully... How I wished I was some kung-fu fighter from the films and defend myself, or some supernatural being in some horror movies... My skin froze, my bones felt wobbly, and I cannot think... The next thing you know, I picked up something from nowhere and stuffed it into the eye of the thug standing infront of me even before he finished talking...
He screamed, I heard... I twisted the foreign object in his eye more as I kinda enjoyed his scream... He knelt, my hand still holding that thing in his eye and his friends just stood there and stared in awe... I forgot how to move, I just stood there, twisting who knows what and smiled at his friends like a kid who found a new toy... I guess they forgot they had to hit me too, instead, they remembered how to run... But why? I thought they would hit me to save their friend.. I thought wrong... Just like any other stories, I keep getting the wrong picture. Just like my life, I thought I'd live normally... Maybe this hiccup ain't minor enough to let it go through properly... If I had brought him to the hospital, maybe he would made it through... Maybe if I have not hid him in the dumpster two blocks away, he could be found by his friends when they went back for him... Few days later, it seems that the police had found him and the body bag with those boundary tapes around don't look that good... Guilt I felt none, but Fear is definitely there...
Confused, ain't know what to do, I walked to the cop and turned away when I was near. He noticed me and called out for me. I froze and before I knew it, I gave him a punch and ran away... From then on, I became an Illegal Immigrant from a Foreign Student... When I told my guardian who was employed by my dad what happened, he just stood there and smiled. Instead of being panicked and all, he told me coldly with a grin, "Welcome to the Club kid..."
But how many do realise that, there is no standard moral to any story... Sometimes, even the author of the story ain't sure of the moral of the story himself... Same goes when we want to read one's mind. The fact is we are not actually reading, but predicting, which in other words guessing... At that point of time, even the person we are trying to read do not even know what is on their mind...
I always thought I knew who am I, always assume that I know how things revolve around the world, and thought that I could just live a life just like anyone else...
Ain't life is just about finishing school, grab a job, stick by the law, start a family, watch your kids grow, try not to get sick, and die in peace... Maybe there will be some hiccups here and there, but ultimately, as long as we are near the guidelines that are offered to us by the elders, things should be just fine ain't it?
Unfortunately, life changes without you knowing... Sometimes, when there is something in your blood, you won't be able to just live another life which you really want... Sometimes, it is your life that controls you instead... Take adrenaline rush for example, some people would flee, while some would stay and fight...
When my first fear struck me, I went frenzy. My blood took control, everything happens too fast for me to control... Instincts some may say, but its bad blood I feel... It was an evening, just like any evenings, I walked home after school just like any other days through the same back alley... A group moronic thugs just had to appear and claimed that I've stepped into his territory. Had me surrounded with blunt weapons in their hands, grinning at me just like a pack of wolves surrounding a sheep... With no experience of such events before, I got scared awfully... How I wished I was some kung-fu fighter from the films and defend myself, or some supernatural being in some horror movies... My skin froze, my bones felt wobbly, and I cannot think... The next thing you know, I picked up something from nowhere and stuffed it into the eye of the thug standing infront of me even before he finished talking...
He screamed, I heard... I twisted the foreign object in his eye more as I kinda enjoyed his scream... He knelt, my hand still holding that thing in his eye and his friends just stood there and stared in awe... I forgot how to move, I just stood there, twisting who knows what and smiled at his friends like a kid who found a new toy... I guess they forgot they had to hit me too, instead, they remembered how to run... But why? I thought they would hit me to save their friend.. I thought wrong... Just like any other stories, I keep getting the wrong picture. Just like my life, I thought I'd live normally... Maybe this hiccup ain't minor enough to let it go through properly... If I had brought him to the hospital, maybe he would made it through... Maybe if I have not hid him in the dumpster two blocks away, he could be found by his friends when they went back for him... Few days later, it seems that the police had found him and the body bag with those boundary tapes around don't look that good... Guilt I felt none, but Fear is definitely there...
Confused, ain't know what to do, I walked to the cop and turned away when I was near. He noticed me and called out for me. I froze and before I knew it, I gave him a punch and ran away... From then on, I became an Illegal Immigrant from a Foreign Student... When I told my guardian who was employed by my dad what happened, he just stood there and smiled. Instead of being panicked and all, he told me coldly with a grin, "Welcome to the Club kid..."
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