Chapter 0: Aint no big man last forever.
Lotta people think they knows what it takes to be a man. Not just a man, but a man’s man. Y’know? That guy who the other guys just gotta put an arm around when he walk in the room, that man who know when to lay down and fold just to not make another go broke. Life aint all ‘bout winnin’ when you up in the games we play… Me, I may be a man’s man, maybe not, only others can tell that truth.
My name is Mikey, if you ask the next guy ‘round here, I runs things but ask some other and maybe I’m just lucky and really Brian or tha Virtuoso, no seriously they calls him that, be runnin’ things. I don’t know what to tell ya’, I just do my part, pay the rent and keep this town alive. The rest is up to those that inhabit it.
I be wonderin’ myself what the commotion is all about, whens I be startin’ up here they say I was behind the coup of the old leaders, me I say nothin’ ‘cause that’s what a real man’s man would do. You gotta know when to pick a fight, not just how to fight it. These paper foldin’ oromagi boys think it’s just rackin’ wins, admiration, cranes, frogs y’know ornaments ‘n’ all that. What good’s your win when the others don’t like you round here? Piss too many of the judges off and that’s it, you’re doneso. It’s ‘bout humility, you know? It’s ‘bout’ fuckin’ respect! Somethin’ too many have no concept of anymore, or maybe it was always that way and I’m being stupidly nostalgic, who knows?
What you learn when you in my position in a place like this, well what you learn before even startin’ up in a place like these when you the type o’ guy I am, is that it aint about the stats on paper that keeps you high up in that food chain, it’s about a currency most don’t even know exists. You fuck around with the wrong guys too long, that’s it you aint shit.
