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The ring

It's a real damned shame that if you was deported that you couldn't get married. Still didn't stop Igea from wearin' a ring. Her and grandpa' Lucky deserved each other...

Damn Thomas Dewey... lousy little rat-fink-underminin'-lyin' bastart, and his miniatuer Hitler resemblance... why I oughtta.

Santa Maria...

Ave Maria,

Cchina di grazia, 'u Signuri è ccu tia.
Tu si benedeta fra li mugghièri e benedetu è 'u frutu d'û to ventri, Gesù.
Santa Maria, matri di Diu, prega ppi niàutri ppiccaturi, ura e 'nta l'ura d'â nostra morti.

Amen.

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An who said gangsters is a bad thing?

Journal Entry: Sun Nov 22, 2009, 5:21 PM

Mood: :smoking: Lousy.
Listin' to: 10 Years: "Wasteland." (Hey, right now I'm only about two hours from where they're form.)
Readin': Study books.
Drinkin': Coke Zero.
Workin' on: Movin' out, findin' a job, and goin' to culinary college.
Tryin': To not pull my hair out.
Lookin' for: My head... ain't seen it have ya'?

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Hey guys! How’re all of you doin’? Well, got up early this mornin’ because I wanted to call my uncles Vito and Salvatore over in Lercara Friddi… err, actually, they live in Corleone, but I hadda call my aunt in Lercara to get their number. She told me I’d find one of ‘em where I’d find the other, and she was right… they always was inseparable. In six years, maybe seven, this makes only the second time I’ve talked to ‘em, since they went to prison about six months before I left Sicily.
Unlike everybody else in my family that’s still over in Sicily, they actually speak good English. You can really tell that they’re glad to be outta the can; but, I guess, anybody’d be glad to be outta the can after six years, even if they got to wear their suits and have food brought in from the outside. Hahah.
They talked about their trip to Milan, and all the good food they’d got to eat. They asked me how NYC was treatin’ me, and my old man, too. They don’t like him and the feelin’ is mutual. I told ‘em that I left NYC the seventeenth for Bristol, TN./VA. so I can attend culinary school at the beginnin’ of the year. They thought I was jokin’ at first… after they looked on a map to see where Tennessee and Virginia was at. ”That’s not even on a coast! What’s an island girl like you gonna do down there?”
I know I talked to ‘em for two hours… my phone bill’s gonna be through the damn ceilin’. They talked about Milan, how they think that northern Italians are snobs and how ”they have funny accents, and they’re all blond haired and blue eyed.” wow, way to not be biased, guys. But, to some extent it’s true, I guess. I asked ‘em how “business” was, and they ended up talkin’ about Riina, and this schmuck and that schnook. Hearin’ somebody with a Sicilian accent use a Yiddish word, it’s funny… they way it sounds; “shmook” and “shnook” I believe they pronounce it.
I asked ‘em, ”It’s like… shouldn’t Riina be like, I don’t’ know, maybe one hundred and ten years old by now? I mean, he was an old guy when he went to jail in ’93… year I was born.” They got a real kick outta that… but, I guess I do own somethin’ to Mr. Salvatore “Toto” Riina. What little bit of money my mother did accept from Vito and Sal, behind my old man’s back, it was paid to ‘em from doin’ Riina’s strong-armin’ and dirty work.

They asked me what all I’m doin’ for my sixteenth birthday, the-day-after-tomorrow. I told ‘em I’ll probably just hang around with Mark, and maybe cook a good dinner, make a nice cake. Nothin’ special… and what all I’m gonna do for Thanksgivin’, since I’m not gonna be at home with my folks. I think they put it somethin’ like,”If you’re not going to be home with our sweet kid sister, Maria, and Mr. Pope man, what are you planning? Did your Jew not tag along? ”
Yep, they call my old man “Mr. Pope man,” behind and to his face, since my old man’s by-the-book-Catholic; and Meyer’s just “my Jew” to ‘em. Told ‘em I’m gonna cook dinner for myself, Mark, Aunt Debbie, and her family, and no, sadly, Meyer’s still in Manhattan… sadly…
Every time that they’d say somethin’ about the “business,” Mark’d look at me like “what the fuck? You wanna go break some kneecaps? You’re like Tony Soprano now, or somethin’?”

After I got done talkin’ to ‘em, me and Mark went to IHOP for breakfast... I guess it was lunchtime, really, but we hadn’t had any breakfast, so… I ate too much stuffed toast, We went to the Mall and walked around for a few hours, killin’ time… waited for his friends Josh and Gage to get outta the culinary school. They both come out in the chef smocks and chef hats… we laughed at ‘em, givin’ ‘em a hard time. Gage looked at us, flipped us off and said, ”You guys are real bitches. Just wait; you two’ll both be in that school with us in January, in this ridiculous get-up. I’m gonn laugh at you then.” He was kinda sore at us for laughin’, but, he got over it.
I guess it was 5:00p.m. or so when we all piled up at Mark’s place, watched a couple movies… then we was hungry, again. Hahah. So, all four of us is up in this small-ass kitchen… that’s maybe as big as three or four elevators stuck together, cookin’. We made linguine with shrimp, mushroom, and a lemon-olive oil sauce for it; toast, some white bean soup, and I made some zeppoli.
We didn’t bother to dish anythin’ out in bowls on plates… we just took the pasta pot, pan of toast, the big soup pot, and plate of zeppoli, got us some silver ware, and sat down in the livin’ room floor, and turned on another movie… it was funny… and awkward, kinda.

Here I am, the only girl, which that’s not what was awkward to me. I’ll be sixteen in two days… mark’s twenty-three, Josh is twenty, and Gage just turned twenty in August. Mark says we ain’t gonna tell ‘em how old I am because he ”don’t wanna be teased all night, gettin’ called a pedophile… if they ask, you’re like eighteen, or some shit.” Good thing is, the never asked, I guess they just assume I’m their age. Haha.
The awkward-ish weird part though, they’re all big guys. Mark’s 5’11” and about 290 lbs; Josh’s about 5’8” 280 lbs; and Gage’s about 5’7” and 250 lbs. And here I am, 5’6” at 97 lbs. The movie we was watchin’ had a lotta naked braods in it… and then, Josh tried to send Gage a message through their Blackberries.
All three of ‘em’s got crackberries, I got an iPhone. Well, whatever Josh tried to send Gage, his phone wasn’t receivin’… he was kinda pissed and said, ”If it’s not lettin’ you video message come through, let me see if I can still get porn.”
Sure enough, here he goes lookin’ for porn… after that, they get Mark’s laptop, and he’s got a load of iTunes… good songs and just stupid songs to make fun of. Mark says ”here, listen to this.” he plays the music, I listen to it… don’t know what it is, so I ask him, and he says, ”That’s Justin Timberlake, son” what made it even more funny was the song was called “Dick in a Box.” I about damn near went through the ceilin’ and died, it was so hilarious.

But, anyways, talkin’ to my uncles today really helped me not be as torn about comin’ down here to go to school, so that’s a big plus. And whoever says gangsters is a bad thing, they’re goin’ to hell for lyin’.
So, for now, I’m gonna go… gotta lotta dishes from all that food to clean up. Thanks a ton for readin’ guys! It’s much appreciated. Take care. Bye! ~:heart:

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(Journal overview: 2 pages, 1,223 words, 19 paragraphs, 76 lines.)

~Charlotte "Charley Luckie" Luciano

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:icongenesisclub::iconda-jewishassociation: Although I am not Jewish, I am a Roman Catholic, I have a big place in my heart for Jewish people. I even learned Hebrew. I kills me to see all the hate and discrimination against Jewish people. I just don't understand it. Please stop it. Show some love. Most of the nicest people I know are Jewish. Most of the people I hang out with are Jewish, and hell I'm Sicilian. All this hate against them just isn't right. Show them some love. Join the club.



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  • Reading: a book about the history of the Sicilian language
  • Watching: lookin' for someone with a cigarette
  • Playing: With my cigarette lighter
  • Eating: Cinnamon roll
  • Drinking: Espresso

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~BouhGorgonzola Nov 10, 2009, 1:32:29 PM
Thanks for the :+devwatch:

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*Turiddu-Lucania Nov 15, 2009, 4:00:03 PM
You're most welcome!

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In loving memory of my grandfather, Charles "Lucky" Luciano.:heart:

No matter what they said, every time I see his picture, I still see Salvatore Lucania, that little boy who got off that boat.

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~BladexLedainefanclub Sep 28, 2009, 4:42:10 PM
hay hay hay charley mah sista
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*Turiddu-Lucania Sep 28, 2009, 4:46:41 PM
Haaaayyyyy, Angel mah gurrl! How's it goin'?

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In loving memory of my grandfather, Charles "Lucky" Luciano.:heart:

No matter what they said, every time I see his picture, I still see Salvatore Lucania, that little boy who got off that boat.

Non è mai tutto finito...
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~BladexLedainefanclub Sep 28, 2009, 4:48:33 PM
guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuud how bout u
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*Turiddu-Lucania Sep 28, 2009, 9:16:19 PM
Errr, I ain't doin' to swell at the moment, to be frank. T_T

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In loving memory of my grandfather, Charles "Lucky" Luciano.:heart:

No matter what they said, every time I see his picture, I still see Salvatore Lucania, that little boy who got off that boat.

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