Remember a time when you were so innocent, no one could see who you really were. I can tell you I never learnt or felt that one particular feeling, from day 1 my path was always to a life of crime. You can always try and be better but it never feels right.

At age of 15 I was already out my 2nd visit to juvy for petty pickpocketing,  and that wasn’t the worst thing I did at that age, Criminal I stole cars, robbed, and even started working for a local car salesman to vandalise vehicles Scratching a dent into the car, also doing transferring jobs if you know what I mean. Did I feel guilty? No. Why would I, it was good pay, this made me feel alive.

In this way of life you have to have a unique skill to make, luckily for me I consider myself not a sophisticated mobster. I am thief and being one today you must know how to hack, and luckily I do.

Yeah there is danger to this life. Yet if you learn early enough and you are good at it why stop, what am I doing wrong at the end of the day? Anyone caught in my cross fire deserves it. They deserve it by the way they speak of me, look at me or come at me. At the end of the day I get reputation as the more I do brings me more respect and power than having some sort of dead ass job. I am hated by the uncaring higher class yet they didn’t realise what I would become one day. One day they would be asking me for favours, or to corrupt systems, or certain assignments what could send me down for multiple life sentences. 

To them I Satan, just happened they were in my hell and being tortured and controlled by me, it was great I was a King with power, followers, money, but I could never change, I was going down a darker path I refused to turn back. When people talk about origin stories they are usually tragic or heroic mine is neither, I am what I have always been, a cold blooded son of a bitch.

If you want to hear everything you’re going to have to listen from the fucking beginning.