Did you have a good weekend? Chilling, drinking, fucking? I mean that’s what you spend your whole week slaving away for, right? To me the weekend is just like any other time of the week; I have no weekend, not really. I don’t have to wait for a Friday or a Saturday to drink or fuck. I do it when I want and that’s why I live how I live. That’s a lie, I live how I live because it’s the only thing in my life that I’m actually pretty damn good at. I know crime is a weird thing to be good at but hey God gave me a talent and it would be an awful shame to waste it.

            Last night I went to one of my ‘business’s’ to collect my takings for the week, it should have been an easy enough task. I mean hell I do it every other day. So what went wrong last night? Well last night the cops were waiting for me. They hauled my ass off to the station and promptly checked me into an interview room. I was no stranger to the process and found the whole thing rather boring. I got left on my own for what felt like hours, it was a tactic designed to make me panic, it never worked. Eventually they decided I had been left to my own devices long enough and a man came in. He looked like he’d been doing the job too long and had eaten way too many donuts. His dark hair was greying and he needed a hair cut, fine lines were beginning to turn into deep lines, probably from the stress of the job. He sat down for a whole ten minutes before he spoke, again intended to make me sweat.

            The man was a detective, I’ll called him G, mostly because if I mention his real name my ass will be in jail quicker then I can finish this sentence. So G is the top dog and he wants my help. That makes me sound like I have a choice, I actually don’t. I help him or I go to jail and as I don’t like jail, helping is my only real option. Turns out he needs me to help him bring down the very man that wants me dead so it’s for the best.

            All this is making my weekend sound far more exciting then it was. Usual bullshit really. Obviously Montana came over Friday night and left lunch time on Saturday, mostly he just wanted to spend as much time with me as he could, idiot      Christ I’m even boring myself right now. Maybe if I’m gonna die soon I should probably tell you more about my past and my accomplishments. I grew up in a shitty little town with sorry excuses for residents. I’m an only child; luckily my parents gave up reproducing after I came along. They never really wanted me anyway, they just never got around to having the abortion and no amount of hitting my mother in the stomach made me go away, much to my father’s disgust. I’m sure my parents loved me; in their own fucked up way. My daddy loved me a little too much if you catch my drift, mostly he was a cunt that had no self control. Like I’ve said my mother was a whore, she slept with men for money, alcohol or drugs.

            I learnt that crime pays at a very young age, if you wanted to get ahead in life you had to beg, cheat or steal. I don’t beg, it’s degrading; you could hold a gun to my head and tell me to beg for my life and I would let you shoot me. I do cheat and I do steal, no point in even trying to say I don’t. I was a smart kid, in fact I think if I’d been brought up in a different place by different people, I would be regarded as a genius and probably own a legitimate company. I learnt how to manipulate and play people as soon as I could talk. It was a fun game. I never do anything without knowing all the possible outcomes. If I don’t like the odds, I will change my tactics so I win. I don’t believe in putting others first. I don’t have friends, friends in my world could cost me my life. Any emotion that I choose to show, no matter how convincing it may seem is just a ruse, a way of manipulating the situation to my advantage. Those with the ability to change their emotions and point of view will most likely win. Sometimes I let others think they came out on top but it will only ever be because that’s what I need them to believe.

            Shit! Where the fuck did the time go? I have a meeting in an hour and I haven’t even reloaded my gun. I haven’t even got clothes on, damn it.

                                     Try not to miss me too much.