Is it normal that i want to be a mobster???

No you don't. You like the romanticized horse squat that Hollywood churns out.

The actual mob is a soul crushing endeavor populated with scum bags, backstabbers, and demi-humans who'd strangle their own grandmother to get ahead.

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was better than being president of the United States. Even before I went to the cabstand for an after-school job, I knew I wanted to be a part of them. It was there that I knew I belonged. To me, it meant being somebody in a neighborhood full of nobodies. They weren't like anybody else. They did whatever they wanted. They parked in front of hydrants and never got a ticket. When they played cards all night nobody ever called the cops.

At first my parents loved that I found a job across the street from the house. My father, who was Irish, was sent to work at the age of eleven. He liked that I got myself a job. He always used to say that American kids were spoiled lazy.

I was the luckiest kid in the world. I could go anywhere, do anything. I knew everybody, and everybody knew me. Here I am, this little kid, I can't even see over the steering wheel and I'm parking Cadillacs. But, it wasn't too long before my parents changed their minds about my job at the cabstand. For them, it was supposed to be a part-time job. But for me it was definitely full time. That's all I wanted to do. People like my father could never understand, but I was part of something. I belonged. I was treated like a grown-up.

My father was always pissed off. Pissed that he made such lousy money, that my brother was in a wheelchair. He was pissed that seven of us lived in such a tiny house. After a while, he was mostly pissed because I hung around the cabstand. He knew what went on there. Every once in a while I'd have to take a beating. But by then, I didn't care. The way I saw it, everybody takes a beating sometime.

People looked at me differently, and they knew I was with somebody. I didn't have to wait in line at the bakery on Sunday morning for fresh bread. The owner knew who I was with and no matter how many people were waiting, I was taken care of first. Our neighbors stopped parking in our driveway, even though we had no car. At thirteen, I was making more money than most of the grown-ups in the neighborhood. I had it all. One day... one day, some neighborhood kids carried my mother's groceries all the way home. Know why? It was out of respect.

My great grandpa was a don back in the day from Sicily and went to Uruguay and my grandpa didn't want part of the mob. I would've gladly taken that...loads of cash...big houses...cars...girls...everything.

So having to take life like it's nothing doesn't bother you? Does the fact that your life can be taken as if it's nothing by your own crime-family? Everything is business. If your LIFE doesn't play out with their money making or progression your finished and everything you were and could've been is gone. Your amongst the dead, one of them, and you'll never ever be back.

Well, it's better than being one of those gangsters with the sagging jeans and don't know how to hold a gun right.

My great uncle was a "mob boss"ish person. He was one of the "crime bosses" in Scotland. He robbed a bank aswell, and he escaped from prison and fled to to America. Apparantly, it was either his capture or his break out, that almost took J.F.K's election off the front papers.

As for average day crime, personally, I think it's one of the best things I have done.

Mobsters often call themselves "Men of honor" as I'm sure you know. Well, they've got NO honor WHATSOEVER. Yeah, I know they had rules in the past like not killing women and children. Does that mean they were OK? Fuck no! Not even remotely.

I used to be a pathetic Mobster-wannabe too, but besides the fact that I haven't got a drop of Italian blood in me (I'm Dutch), I outgrew it and realized there are FAR better ways of earning money than sacrificing your humanity. Sure, you'll probably make less, but at least you don't totally suck as a human being that way.

Be a mobster? Forget about it. The mafia dont exist.

What do you want a nice pair of cement shoes talking about it here like this? Get the fuck outta here.

Why wouldn't you want to ba a mobster? Nice suit, Fedora, money....fedora. Its just a fantasy but don't play on it.

Smh.

I think that most people want to be a part of non-criminal types of clubs and organizations.

I know people who know people. Seriously. You wanna be made?