"This Life of Ours"

Episode 1: Reunited

             

        I never wanted to live a life of crime, it was kinda forced on me, sure you can say you're supposed to control your life and not let it go in a fucking downward spiral...but in my case I guess that's how I wanted it. You can go around telling yourself and other people you're gonna make something of your life, but if you don't believe it in your heart, then what the fucks the point. This life was the only thing there for me, something i knew I was good at; and you know what they say, if you're good at something never do it for free. And I didn't. I started off small ya know' robbing liquor stores, doing home invasions, stealing car radios, all that kind of shit. My best friend from high school, Xavier was with me on everything, we painted The Bronx red every fucking night. We were untouchable, never left a trail for the cops to follow. Xavier was a smart motherfucker to say the least, he was the reason the cops were never on us. Everything was going our way, but greed caused us to make the biggest fucking mistake of our lives. In order for me to sense of it all I'd have to go all the way back before me and Xavier became career criminals, My name is Floyd Carcetti and this is my story.

             
                 {Floyd's Pov}

I drive down a dark, cold New York street passing through the Bronx, my home, the place I was born. There's more junkies and crooks on the streets then there were when I was kid, the Bronx is like the stopping grounds for all the fucking drug dealers, killer's, whores, everything you could possibly ask for. Tonight I was dropping by an old friend's place he'd been out of town for a long time, honestly I couldn't wait to see the little shit. I pull up at his house, his driveway was completely full and the house was lit up like a Christmas tree. The only place to park is in a neighbors driveway across the street, so thats where I park. I get out of my Cadillac, grabbing my cigarettes out of the glove box. As I'm walking across the street to the house some asshole almost runs me over. He says to me. "Get the fuck outta the way ya moron, the fucks the matter wit you." I give him the finger and keep walking towards the house as he speeds away behind me. I knock on the door, a woman opens the door and all she has on is her panties. "Hi sweetie who you lookin for?" she asks me. "Umm Xavier I'm guessin this partie's for him." I reply. "Come on in baby, he's been expecting you." I smile as she grabs my hand, leading me through the party of drunk and coked up partygoers with loud rock and roll music playing. I see Xaxier snorting lines of coke at a table by himself. "X, you have a visitor." Xavier looks up at me wiping the coke from his nose. "F...Floyd? Is that you?" I smile. "Is this X? The guy everyone's always talkin about down in the Bronx, Mr bigshot. He laughs. "Get over here you son of a bitch!" I walk over to him and hug him. "Good to see you, you little fuck head." I tell him. "Its good to see you too fuck face." We stop hugging, and sit down at the table together. "Sapphire! Get my old friend here a drink will ya, and make it fucking fast ok." He tells the girl that walked me over to him. "You got it baby." She says. I pull out a cigarette and lit it. "Aw man you're still on those fucking cancer sticks? Come on." Xavier says. "Alots changed since you left....but alot has remained the same as well." I tell him as I blow smoke from my cigarette into the air, dumping the ashes into a cup. "I guess that's true.....so what's been goin on since I've been gone man." Xavier says. "Same old shit bro, I'm still working at that pizza parlor, on Mulberry Street tryin to pay my bills on time, but shit is really gettin hard for me like really fucking hard, the rents overdue, the car payments are too. I'm getting buried here man." I explain putting my cigarette out. "Fuckin hell man, you know you can always come to me if you need money, I have no problem givin it to ya, just ask and I'll take care of it." Xavier says. "I appreciate the offer, but you know me X, I don't take charity." I tell him. The girl comes back with my drink, I couldn't help but stare at her tits bouncing as she walks. "Thanks for the drink babe." I say to her. "My pleasure sweetie." she replies as she walks away into another room of the 2-story house. "Jesus....she's fucking gorgeous, I'd definitely fuck her no doubt about it." I tell Xavier taking a sip of my tequila. "Sapphire's one of my whores, she makes alot of money for me." Xavier tells me. "She's definitely a keeper." I tell him. "Hell yeah she is, so.......you wanna do a job with me?" Xavier asks me. "What kind of job we talkin about?" I ask him. "Just a little robbery ya know' nothing too serious." I look at him feeling kinda pissed off. "No, I'm tryin to fly fucking straight these days." I answer him. "Oh yeah because that's definitely working out for you." Xavier says sarcastically. "Give me a fuckin break Floyd, since when has flyin straight and doing the right thing ever suited us...fucking never that's when. Its a small-time robbery nobody's gonna get hurt, just a quick in and out job." Xavier tells me insisting. I reconsider, thinking about my financial situations, I needed to do this or I was gonna be out on the street, the pizza parlor was shit pay, and I had no other source of income. "I'm in." I tell him.