Real talk time
Years ago I worked on the piers, hell I grew up around the piers, everybody in my family basically grew up around the piers and the union local. It was pretty much an acceptable practice back in the day to swindle some booze, a jacket, whatever was in the crates, it was a dangerous job so we deserved some extra compensation. But as times changed and technology advanced they started needing less guys to work the ships and our local dwindled. Change on technology also led to changes in hope goods were transported hurting our overall traffic.
My uncle really took it upon himself to try and revitalize the local by pouring money into politicians hands. To stop the gentrification of he port area and to extended the dry dock so we could bring in heavier freights and more ships. The problem was we got that money by doing a little bit of dirt, that was always present on the docks though and it was overshadowed by the never ending drug wars and murders in the city so we were really under the radar.
It was good at first. We all had a little scratch and we were able to barely stay afloat. But as a young guy I saw the kind of cash my uncle could flash around and I wanted a piece, I needed a piece. I had a long term GF and a daughter but I still lived at home, no savings, no real prospects outside of some extra cash helping out my uncle occasionally and working maybe one ship a month. My cousin had been dabbling in dealing ( unsuccessfully) and I frankly looked down on it.
Anyway the shady people who were working with my uncle reached out to me hoping to find me more receptive than my uncle. And I was. We worked together with my uncle making cans disappear and moving chemicals for them to cut drugs (as I later found out). Shit got out of control with my cousin and I found out that the guys my uncle was working for were the towns wholesalers. After they stepped in on my behalf to save my cousin from a debt he owed to a local tough, I stepped in to the game. I was doing well for a while. But several months earlier a can full of dead girls appeared on the dock, and since then I guess the cops had been watching us. Shit started to unravel.
The local was under investigation, my cousin got caught up in a murder case, my uncle got whacked for being a cooperater and I had to enter the program.
Fuck that damn Greek asshole, and his whole crew I hope they get what’s coming to them. At least there muscle .... Boris? Sergey? I forget got life and is never getting out again.
