musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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Lou Novella stood on the lawn and looked out at his new two story victorian. He sighed and picked up the last of his box off the edge of the moving van. This was his new life, the begining of a new honest life. It was a shame really considering his past and the things he had done, but he couldn't do it anymore. One last hit and things got bad, so he bailed and he did the one thing that a man in his line of business was never supposed to do. He was a snitch, a stoolie, a dead man if anyone he knew back in Chicago ever found him again.
Now he lived in L.A. as part of a relocated construction company. His name was Jake Elliot and he was taught how to hide his Italian accent and sound more... stupid rednecky. His Italian accent was easier to mask with a southern sound. So that's what they chose to have him me. The fucking feds, he was a pet of the fucking feds.
Maybe it was all wrong, everything about his life. All wrong all fucked up and worthless. He should have just off himself and been done with it.
He unpacked most of his things. He cut up the boxes and lugged them out around the side of his house. It was then that he saw her, a woman in the yard next door. She bent over a little rose bush, trimming the wild leaves that grew. She was stunning, beautiful, and exactly Lo....err Jake's type. He wasn't going to say hi, it was against the rules for him to involve himself in anyone other than the people he absolutely had too to get by. At least for the first six months or so, until the Feds could be sure he was hidden.
He set his flattened boxes by the trash cans and turned to go back into his house when he glanced back she was looking at him. She took off her gloves and waved, Jake smiled and casually waved back, "'Ello." he said in his new accent hoping he didn't sound inbred or retarded.
Now he lived in L.A. as part of a relocated construction company. His name was Jake Elliot and he was taught how to hide his Italian accent and sound more... stupid rednecky. His Italian accent was easier to mask with a southern sound. So that's what they chose to have him me. The fucking feds, he was a pet of the fucking feds.
Maybe it was all wrong, everything about his life. All wrong all fucked up and worthless. He should have just off himself and been done with it.
He unpacked most of his things. He cut up the boxes and lugged them out around the side of his house. It was then that he saw her, a woman in the yard next door. She bent over a little rose bush, trimming the wild leaves that grew. She was stunning, beautiful, and exactly Lo....err Jake's type. He wasn't going to say hi, it was against the rules for him to involve himself in anyone other than the people he absolutely had too to get by. At least for the first six months or so, until the Feds could be sure he was hidden.
He set his flattened boxes by the trash cans and turned to go back into his house when he glanced back she was looking at him. She took off her gloves and waved, Jake smiled and casually waved back, "'Ello." he said in his new accent hoping he didn't sound inbred or retarded.