On to other things, I always seem to relay things that help me feel better about certain things, not regularly but certainly when they come up. It can get really easy to get down on yourself and frustrated with the way things are going. Whether you blame yourself or something else(I normally blame myself), feeling this way can set the mood of your day. It can effect your decisions and how other people perceive you. Being unhappy is unhealthy. Physical activity can do a lot to negate these types of feelings especially when you are unsure of the origin of such feelings. I've been working out daily except of course weekends and running every other day. It's like a miracle solution for your mind and makes you look good too! Of course your entitled to disagree some people hate working out, but it doesn't hurt to get outside and take a jog!
The other day a young, devilishly handsome (may I add) and also quite sick Italian boy falls asleep. Surrounded in a sea of tissues and cough drop wrappers, he slipped quickly into a nyquil induced dream. "Hey Tony, you get the spaghetti from my mother?" Said Vinny a tall man wearing a silvery suit with a black collared shirt. His stomach billowed over his belt, and his Italian Horn necklace was softly braced by his noticeable tuft of chest hair. "Listen Vin, I'll go to your mother's after our thing with Lou. I don't know why you can't just go" Retorted Tony a slender young kid with his hair greased back. You wouldn't have thought he was the type to be where he was. Tony was the kind of kid you should see on TV or the movies with a cigar in his mouth and effortlessly breaking the hearts of millions of girls young and old. He knew that Vinny hated his mother and would do anything to avoid her, but he hated how much it inconvenienced him. "Shut up. Here he comes" Both men sat up from the very fancy looking black Cadillac they were leaning on. "You gentlemen have a lot on your minds?" Said Louie a short round man, whose jewelry and very expensive suit only spoke towards some of his power. Noticing how on edge they both were Tony and Vinny relaxed a little and leaned back on to the Caddy. Vinny began "Look Lou-". "Thats Mr. Danzoni to you, you disrespectful piece of shit!" Louie Danzoni is old school Mafia, or as Tony and Vinny thought of it just "old Mafia" and the truth of the matter was that Louie's way of doing things was running out the front door just as fast as the people who upheld it. The drug game took over the Mafia and the players were dirty, something that the Danzoni family and few others were able to adapt to and survive. The fact is the prohibition for the Danzoni family were the good old days and even though Louie was only a young teenager at the time he could remember the old days just as well as each dead body it took him to get where he was today. "Alright gang, I ain't got the time for your yappin'. I didn't come here to make a deal either. You tell Francis, he's got three days to give me my money, or he'll become the aquariums newest underwater attraction." Lou let off a little smile, being a big time mobster had its certain perks and inventing new threats was one of Mr. Danzoni's favorites. "Mr. Danzoni, look we ain't come down here to make a deal either. Mr. Ccenzio, told me to tell you that although the families run deep, times is changin' for the Danzoni's... Come on Vinny." Just as fast as Mr. Danzoni's confidence, the black cadillac faded into the night. There was a lot of things that Louie knew. Some of which were that the Ccenzio family was busy, he had underestimated him, and although Tony was young- he was not bluffing.... Somewhere off in the distance a song played and it was growing louder. Louie Danzoni shifted his eyes to the moon. The place was Ronnie Q's, a place where Louie met his wife, there was something special about that place after all these years. Even though it was run down and hardly got any business, the music never changed. However, he never remembered it being this loud...
10:05... He really doesn't want to wake up. His eyes feel quite heavy, he can tell that they will be very hard to open. The alarm clock continued to wail some oldies songs into his dorm room. Finally the eyes pry open. Instinctually he reaches over and flicks off the clock radio. Just then he notices something. Red. Somethings terribly wrong. Floundering in his sea of tissues, the young boy threw back his covers and was greeted by blood! His entire shirt was covered in blood, and the origin was completely unknown. Had the Ccenzio family got to him? How could he be so unprepared!? Wasn't that just a dream!? Looking back down at his shirt, he realized the flow from his face was still continuing and then it dawned on him that this, was his blood. He frantically searched the room for evidence. He's been the victim of a sniper or some sort of violent crime. He dove out of bed tripped on a pair of sneakers, pulled of his bloody shirt and stumbled to the door. The mirror revealed all there was to know. He stared into the mirror as blood flowed down his lips and dripped off his chin...
A sinus infection has a way of causing nosebleeds especially when you are blowing your nose constantly. So in case you ever wake up with a nosebleed try not to panic... Moving out of my dorm was way harder when it was covered in blood.
Short and sweet I'd say. Thanks for reading! Hopefully I can do a longer post soon, I've been really busy. I love the feedback so keep it coming! Feel free to join the facebook group for my blog which there's a link on the right side of this post, also my twitter @angrytoothbrush both of these I post updates when I write a new blog! Again thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!
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