A young Mario and his grandfather were riding through the Texas. California Dreamin’ was playing in the car, and his grandfather parked the car.
“My eldest grandson, I need to tell you something.”
Mario looked to him.
“I killed a man, during Veitnam. The guilt has consumed me for too long. It severly affected my relationship with my own son during his teenage years - I do not want this to be a repeat. I told him at your age, and he never spoke to me again.”
he broke down.
Mario stroked his arm and said to his Elder “It’s okay”
His grandfather smiled. A smile Mario never seen before. He pictured it would be the same his own father.
And then, out of nowhere, this car drove up alongside them
grandfather mario turned in shock, and was killed instantly.
Mario watched as the masked men drove off. A single tear shed from his eyes.
CHAPTER ONE - THE FATHER’S SON / HE WHO CANNOT LOVE
“I grew up without a father. My mother raised me well, and I did have contact with my father’s side of the family. I wish I had a father figure, as my emotional neglect has turned me into a cold, stonewalled, loveless entity.”
Mario’s thoughts would fleet for hours. “I am a victim of my father…” as the ecstasy from a near-fatal heroin dose filled his voidless life.
14 hours passed, and Mario walked towards the motel window. The desert reminded him of the day his grandfather deceased.
Mario walked down to the gas station to get a pack of smokes. At the station two goombas were arguing.
“Dude these gas prices are f***ed!” yelled one.
the other, who was the manager, scramed back at him “Good luck finding another gas station out here you fucking idiot!”
the goombas engaged in a duel. And one of them started bleeding heavily.
The goomba got in a car and drove off. Mario went to the manager who was bleeding. “Av-venge me..”
Mario got flashbacks of his grandfather, and hopped into a car, and chased the other goomba.
He caught up, and crashed into the car. The goomba died, but a police car had been following the whole time…
TO BE CONTINUED.....
