My father was Mafioso. He worked with Al Capone's cousin Rocky Fichetti. The strange thing is, half my family were lawyers, doctors, funeral home owners, police officers, and the other half were mafioso. I can still see us all together for the holidays. My heart is in my throat and I am shaking as I type this. The things my father and my uncle have done, and the stories I heard were horrendous at the very least. They acted like the nicest people on Earth, never laid a hand on me. Ya know I really can't type anymorenow.. I should delete this..