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Message: <blockquote data-quote="El Guapo" data-source="post: 959717" data-attributes="member: 5830">When I was 13 and working as a dishwasher in Milwaukee, one of the cooks was a guy named Kevin who claimed to be an extension of one of the Chicago gangs. His job was to enforce for them when things (or people) reached Milwaukee. He used to tell us the going rate for hits. Seemed cool and believable at the age of 13, even if it wasn't.Fast forward to the last decade when I was commuting to New Jersey. Early on I was on the jobsite and made a random mob reference. One of the guys that I knew with forearms like Popeye, came running over to me and literally put his hand over my mouth. He warned me not to talk about things like that openly. He then started pointing out the guys that seemed to do nothing, walk on water all day, and then leave driving expensive cars. They were onsite "working", but were really on their phones all day or shooting the breeze. They were the only ones that the supervisors never hassled. You could smell their cologne from 50ft away. They had the nice gold and diamond bracelets and necklaces....you get the picture. I remember his warning, "It's all a joke until it isn't. Don't make that mistake."</blockquote>

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