The Mind state of a Mobster

The most satisfying way to kill a man is slowly. A knife is a quicker way to kill somebody than a plastic bag and a plastic bag isn't as quick as a piano wire. The satisfaction I get from making the reaper wait means I get to spend time with both the reaper and the soul he reaps like a party where we all get a bullet of cocaine.

God knows what the reapers of my marks thinks about in those moments of sheer blissful release.  One can only hope that the man talks to his maker in those moments and asks for forgiveness for all the people he killed and fucked over. It's a rare pleasure.

It's a rare pleasure because I am the one who gets to force them into a corner of goodness. The longer it takes them to die, the longer they have to make their final arrangements with the one they call god. People have different gods too.

I once had to kill an Indian mobster who had statues of gods all over his house. Who am I to complain because being catholic, I think I might want to pray to the various saints in those precious moments.

Life is funny like that. Most of us think about nobody but number one but when you got a wire around your neck, you all of a sudden turn a celebrity at an awards show.

"I want to thank Jesus Christ who is my lord and savior (I truly feel this in my heart); saint Xavier who helped me find my keys when I kept on losing them; the holy mother who guides me daily and Saint Edmund who will hopefully make life hell for Tony Mo who ordered this hit."

God knows what that Indian douche prayed to but I'll bet he went to hell for killing people and screwing people out of their money with his system to short change people on gasoline. I didn't feel bad about any of it because I am the purveyor of death, not the one who judges. It's a job and though I revel in the moment of slaughter, it's still only a job I like when all is said and done.

Sometimes, when I'm unfocused, I wonder what I might eat for lunch or if the pretty girl who gave me a lap dance for free one time at Vito Pinciotti's joint will be there tonight. It really depends on my mood that day but when you follow orders, it doesn't matter if I'm killing someone new or killing someone who gave me the hit order the day before. I am the purveyor of death and like any bussiness, my services are up for auction to the highest bidder.