Showing posts with label prohibition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prohibition. Show all posts

Friday, November 29, 2013

famiglia.

- This is the life you want?
- Isn't this what we do?

Saturday, October 19, 2013

sangue.

"Just a few things I want to say. Whatever occurred, it's over. But every now and then you'll think about the terrible thing that happened to a boy whose face you can't quite remember. I promise, you can live with it. You're going to graduate. We'll get you into another school if that's what's necessary. It's not important now. You worry about what other people might say. You worry about someone you call a friend. None of that matters. The only thing you can count on is blood. The blood that's in your veins and the blood that's in mine. The people who discount you, they don't know who you are. The rage you feel... Listen to me careful... It's a gift. Use it. But don't let anyone see it. Know that I'm watching over you. Show me the person you intend to be."

Saturday, October 12, 2013

boardwalk empire.

- Mr. Rothstein is not my boss. We share some business dealings-
- Tell me something about yourself.
- I'm a businessman. Charlie and I have partnered in several high-level endeavors.
- No, about yourself. What kind of man you are.
- When I was a boy, my father moved us from Russia to the Lower East Side. He was weak, my father. Never stood up. One day on my way to school, I got stopped by a gang of older boys. The leader said he wanted my lunch money. I told him go fuck himself. He laughed. Said hid he'd beat it out of me. So I spit in his face. He did beat me. They all did. And they took my money. Next day, same thing. Again, I spit in his face, again we fought. But the third day, the kid asked me to join his gang.