![]() ![]() ![]() The scream of my wife tore through the silence, echoing against blood stained walls.Īnd my world was tossed from heaven to hell in a New York minute.Īfter that, I went undercover in the Punchinello crime family, hearing that they trafficked in the designer drug found in the killers' bodies. It was nothing but the quiet before the real storm. I came home from work one day to find it looking like a hurricane had blown right through. The American Dream come true.īut, like in all dreams, a wake up call was just around the corner. ![]() I was a cop, doing my share of serving and protecting in the thankless streets of New York City. ![]() Sometimes, even I have trouble believing it.īut the clinging scent of death is a constant reminder, impossible to get rid of. My own tale has already been depicted in the soulless headlines of countless newspapers, lies fluidly blending with truth, turning memories into a faded nightmare of Hollywood proportions. Yet words are nothing but pale entities stretching over the essence of what we don't understand. You look at these words, watch as meaningless letters string together in a desperate attempt to tell a tale that has spun since the dawn of mankind. ![]()
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