Liberty City: The Only Dirty Word is Hope.
By
Evil Ben (beeyinee@hotmail.com)
The moon rises over the cold godforsaken east-coast city, the stars are blotted out from the sky, because of the many rows of dimly lit street lights and lights from tall buildings overhead. Liberty City, where your car is all our car and even furthermore Portland… a great place to leave. This is a cesspool of crime and other types of scum. Only the lamented, insane and the truly evil can survive. People carry money in their pockets for the soul purpose of using it to save their life from a mugger.
An area in Portland… China Town… a lesson I would soon learn. One day in the process of a robbery of a laundry mat in China town. It seemed to be routine: "This is a hold up…get the fuck down… money in bag…". This laundry mat in which I had knocked up many times before. Big mistake.
I guess they had bought protection, right before I got the money, four guys in blue jumpsuits walked in. They looked oriental. Some stained with grease from a car. I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a picture of a dead fish, but I didn't have time for looking. They held baseball bats in hand and one with a revolver. I turned to look and the gun was aimed up at me. Many thoughts rushed through my head at that time: "What was I gonna do, shit, shit and shit." I quickly jumped to the side behind a laundry machine. Unfortunately I wasn't too quick, my left arm was skinned by a bullet. I held my pistol up and cocked it. Listening for a pause in the gunfire. After around 6 shots I heard scrambling and clicking. I jumped up and fired the luckiest shot of my life. I had blindly pulled the trigger, and the bullet went right between the eyes of the ready to fire man holding the gun. He quickly fell. I looked left and got smacked in the arm with a baseball bat and knocked down to the floor. I heard screaming coming from the laundry mat girl.
My arm hurt like a bitch. Throbbing pain in my already wounded left arm. I nearly let out a yell, but instead vented my anger by jumping up and mowing the other three down. One was trying to grab the gun when I loaded 3 shots into his back. I stood up and jumped over the bodies to the cash register. The lady came up and opened it for me. I shot her in the head and yelled "Thank you!" as I grabbed the whole tray dumping it into and empty garbage bag on the floor. I ran out the door to a white Toyota Turcel. I opened the door and pushed the guy right out of the other door. I jammed the petal and speeded off, I felt a bump as I did. I am thinking I ran over the persons leg, because I knocked him right on his ass. I turned the corner on two wheels and smashed into a cop car. The sirens began to roar and they seemed to grow closer by the second. I was going 90 down a straight away, to my left was the subway and the harbor. To the back was a cop car. I swerved in and out of other cars expertly. I heard a large crunch I looked bacfk and saw a huge cloud of smoke coming from the cop car and a station wagon, I turned right and eluded the police, I came up to my mother's apartment, I jumped out and pulled a brick from the stoop and wedged it on the gas petal jumped back quickly and the car flew off knocking me back, it went down a straight away and collided half way down into another car and caught on fire. I got up ran into my mother's building closed the door and ran up stairs. I knew now that the only safe thing to do… was to tie up with the mafia.
By
Evil Ben (beeyinee@hotmail.com)
The moon rises over the cold godforsaken east-coast city, the stars are blotted out from the sky, because of the many rows of dimly lit street lights and lights from tall buildings overhead. Liberty City, where your car is all our car and even furthermore Portland… a great place to leave. This is a cesspool of crime and other types of scum. Only the lamented, insane and the truly evil can survive. People carry money in their pockets for the soul purpose of using it to save their life from a mugger.
An area in Portland… China Town… a lesson I would soon learn. One day in the process of a robbery of a laundry mat in China town. It seemed to be routine: "This is a hold up…get the fuck down… money in bag…". This laundry mat in which I had knocked up many times before. Big mistake.
I guess they had bought protection, right before I got the money, four guys in blue jumpsuits walked in. They looked oriental. Some stained with grease from a car. I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a picture of a dead fish, but I didn't have time for looking. They held baseball bats in hand and one with a revolver. I turned to look and the gun was aimed up at me. Many thoughts rushed through my head at that time: "What was I gonna do, shit, shit and shit." I quickly jumped to the side behind a laundry machine. Unfortunately I wasn't too quick, my left arm was skinned by a bullet. I held my pistol up and cocked it. Listening for a pause in the gunfire. After around 6 shots I heard scrambling and clicking. I jumped up and fired the luckiest shot of my life. I had blindly pulled the trigger, and the bullet went right between the eyes of the ready to fire man holding the gun. He quickly fell. I looked left and got smacked in the arm with a baseball bat and knocked down to the floor. I heard screaming coming from the laundry mat girl.
My arm hurt like a bitch. Throbbing pain in my already wounded left arm. I nearly let out a yell, but instead vented my anger by jumping up and mowing the other three down. One was trying to grab the gun when I loaded 3 shots into his back. I stood up and jumped over the bodies to the cash register. The lady came up and opened it for me. I shot her in the head and yelled "Thank you!" as I grabbed the whole tray dumping it into and empty garbage bag on the floor. I ran out the door to a white Toyota Turcel. I opened the door and pushed the guy right out of the other door. I jammed the petal and speeded off, I felt a bump as I did. I am thinking I ran over the persons leg, because I knocked him right on his ass. I turned the corner on two wheels and smashed into a cop car. The sirens began to roar and they seemed to grow closer by the second. I was going 90 down a straight away, to my left was the subway and the harbor. To the back was a cop car. I swerved in and out of other cars expertly. I heard a large crunch I looked bacfk and saw a huge cloud of smoke coming from the cop car and a station wagon, I turned right and eluded the police, I came up to my mother's apartment, I jumped out and pulled a brick from the stoop and wedged it on the gas petal jumped back quickly and the car flew off knocking me back, it went down a straight away and collided half way down into another car and caught on fire. I got up ran into my mother's building closed the door and ran up stairs. I knew now that the only safe thing to do… was to tie up with the mafia.