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Entry #670446, added on 10-04-09 @ 5:43 pm EDT.
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Title:
My Dark Side
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I'm sure some secrets need to be kept but I have been stumbling over this one in my mind for a few months now. This double-life I'm leading is sometimes hard but is so much fun. Let me tell you about my unknown, (to the masses) identity. Whenever I get a chance I hit the streets with my loose clan of friends. We have been known to drive our luxury cruisers, armored vehicles, motorcycles and sport cars into the territories of other mafias to rob their casinos, hotels, office complexes and their apartment buildings. We fight until the best armed person admits defeat or accepts death. The Tommy Gun, grenade, sawed-off shot gun and knives are wielded to survive and protect our assets. Of course the money is good since I've stashed a few billion into a bank.
When I'm not roughing up mafia families I cruise the streets in my souped up Nissan looking for the “Fast and Furious”wannabes. I have a heavy foot on the accelerator and a feather touch on the brake pedal. I don't just sit at the corner revving up my nitrous enhanced engine waiting for the light to change. I sometimes race on the professional tracks in various cities of the world, but the real excitement comes when I challenge some one for their pink slip on my city streets. When the excitement stagnates I put on my ski mask and rob a bank or break a lifelong criminal out of jail.
On those times when racing down the street, and working over a crime boss doesn't get the adrenaline going I strap on my trusty saber, fly my jolly roger from my ships highest rigging, and set sail to do battle with other blood-thirsty pirates. Blackbeard has nothing on me. His parrot wouldn't survive a battle with my pet, Novello, the most vicious sidekick a pirate can have. He's clawed the eyes out of Captain Jack Sparrow (no wonder “Pirates of the Caribbean” is a Disney movie) and that was just because Captain Jack wouldn't tip his hat to me.
As you can see, my secret life is a lot more fulfilling than the writer I portray on Writing.Com. And if you are a person who reads my journal and isn't yet a member of Facebook... Sign up and join me on the streets of New York, the streets of Velo City and the shores of Pirate infested waters.
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