My name is Antonio. I was born in Sicily in 1925. I'm not part of a rich or wealthy family and when my dad thought we had enough of it we moved to America.
A huge boat was our trasportation when we got there is was like nothing I had ever seen, it was big shiny and beautiful, but it was also filthy, disgusting, and our apartment was even more nasty. Rats, mold, and a cheesy smell to top it off.

My father went to work for the man who helped us get into America, though he made barley any money so most of it went to booze. My mother had me go to school so I could learn English as I wasn't going to learn it in a neighborhood full of Italians.
That's where I met John. Soon enough we became best buds and since we were poor and there wasn't much work around we started a little...business of our own.

I know this is a bit short but it's a start to what I have planned XD
It'll get better in the next chapter. I plan on publishing more today.
(Now to publish this before I regret it.)

See ya later alligators.