Minute

That someone in my head said to me, 'I can tell
Deep in your heart you’ll find what you need'.
Wasted time building castles with sand
And every night I’ll watch them fall and slip through my hands.
And just when I think I’m on top I wonder how I’ll get back down.
When your heart skips a beat, silence be afraid,
I’m loving the heat, honey, I got the rest of time
and I feel oh-so-good like I should, and I know
time is frozen.
What I say and what I mean are two very different things.
I can't help it,
I'm a romantic fool.
It's a habit of mine
To watch the sun go down.
I’ll play from dusk till dawn.
I don’t wanna go to bed now!
Fuel can take a minute to light...
Maybe, baby, maybe, maybe we could go into the sun
Every little maybe makes me feel I’ve won.

Gift

Tomorrow morning, an hour before sunrise, climb up somewhere high (a skyscraper, a hill, a crane, whatever) and look East. I have a present for you.

xxx
Lola

Jeremy - sorry, I know you're a little crazy but you mean well. I know I should take you more seriously. Let me know if you need a hand. Think you might find this 'ironic' (is that the right word?). Promise I'm not trying to kill you!

Luca - new guy, let's just say that Lola says 'welcome'. You'll get used to it.

Oscar - I know you'll be frowning but deep deep down you're enjoying it - right? Promise I won't tell!

Faith - bet you miss it sometimes. If you squint a bit you can pretend it's the real thing.

Tom - you'll like this for entirely the wrong reason; no, you will love this!

Magpie - something beautiful and scary for you - what's new?

Welcome to the Jungle!

“Worse then Seattle boss?” Mikey asked skeptically.

“Worse then Seattle” I repeat to myself with a nervous chuckle.

“This place makes Seattle look like a kindergarten!” I exclaimed, followed again by a chuckle.

Mikey remained quiet, either out of shock or simply waiting for me to continue.

“You should have seen it Mikey, they had ten times more guards at my welcoming then at maximum security prison. At first I thought it was a simple show of muscle, but after seeing their reaction when they realised I came alone, I knew better.” I said, my gaze fixed on the lit cigarette in my hand.

Mikey continued to remain quiet. He knows me well. He knows when to talk, and when to listen.

I shake my head, “Once that Nossie came up to me saying how they we’re all fucked I knew these guys were in serious shit, he was proper scared and he didn’t look like no wimp to me.” I say, taking a drag of my smoke.

Mikeys cue to put a word in.

“Yea boss, makes sense. I had feeling Miguel was sending us into a shit storm. I mean, how often does a Cammy Prince join the Anarchs?”

“Yea.” I reply, “We normally have to throw their asses out, fuck me, who would of thought it would be worse them JOINING us!?”

The seriousness of the discussion broke for a minute as laughter erupted.

“They must have made some serious fucking camarilla enemies though boss, and lets not forget the huge Sabbat presence here, it’s no surprise they hitting the mattresses.” Mikey said once the laughter died.

This time I remained quiet.

“You just do what you do best boss, Miguel knew if there’s anyone who can sort this shit out it’s you.”

That last statement proved to me that Mickey truly saw the mountain of a job I had ahead of me. Again, he knows me well, he can see through my bravado, that face I put on for the troops.

“Thanks Mikey, you right, I’m just gonna do what I do best.” I repeated, trying to reassure myself as I put out my smoke.

“Now tell about what Mafia contact you’ve made?”

“Yea boss, turns out a couple of wise guys moved up north during the prohibition to help smuggle the booze down…”

Business continues.