I think I always knew it in this way I mean what can you expect when you've done the things I have. My name is Alex and I am dying I always had a very hard childhood growing up a dad who is never there and his mom is a druggie I had to grow up on my own so I ran away at the age of 15 and joined the mafia at first I didn't do much I just sold some drugs. But is I moved up in the mafia the stuff I did was the stuff of nightmares I don't regret what I did and I won't lie I enjoyed it but the one thing that I always wanted was a family. I had been torturing and killing people for the mafia for years and then a stroke of horrible luck I got shot during the shootout and as I lay here dying I wonder what lies ahead of me.