You ever have one of those days that feel great but you know there's a storm around the corner? Yeah that's how I felt as I sat in the lush leather finishing a shot of Grey Goose. I signaled the waiter. " another one please." he wrote it down and hurried off. My pasta was finished and I was waiting for someone perhaps a few someone's I didn't know. One thing I know I've always lived Italian food . I got it from my father, rest his soul. If the Darkness lets it. He passed that curse to me when I became 21 I've had it for four years now and it's helped me keep the criminal empire he started. He wrote a book that sped up my learning process something he said he never had. Thanks pop. I adjusted my leather coat and brushed aside my long black hair, what I'm the hell is taking that waiter?