Father's honor, better be a murderer than a faggot

It says: Bleddy Mane

I was so happy I couldn't tell you words. After two girls, my wife finally got into a boy. Well, it's not like the third real guy says shit. I raised my own son with all the best. I never worked but I spared the boy nothing. I've done all sorts of shit here in Tiranne, even from Italy and Belgium, and my son never misses money.

I carried it everywhere. My friends even considered him a friend. I'll go to the pool, the boy with me. I went to the table, the guy at the table with me. I used to put it away from Vlora to eat some roasted meat, never share a boy. I learned my car quickly as well as gambling and alcohol and tobacco. I'm telling them, I was more than a boy and more than a friend. I raised him with these hands and advised him every minute. When my son's friends went to school, my son gambled with dog racing, but he got his license from even nine years old. When my son's friends went to college, I taught the boy in Milan how to fuck Brazilian bitches, but I bought him a law degree.

I loved my son more than my wife and daughters. After all, the woman to give birth and raise children is. And the two girls grew up and left on their coughs. The boy is mine and remains mine until I die. Just because I was worried, I didn't want to get my son to be gay like Faik's guy, my third-floor neighbor or Rexhepi's son digging his leg hair.

I used to tell the guys every day: - Don't be a faggot. Better be a murderer than a faggot. I'd rather kill my fucking ass.

I put the boy in boxing, in gym. I learned how to shoot back from Vaqarri with tin and pistol even when I bought him the car I even gave him a nice little Beretta he carried with him. And every time the police arrested him directly, I didn't give the money to the bosses and prosecutors. Some guy I got, he's a gangster, he's not like these guys.

- Your father's a boy. Better kill, be a murderer. Don't save your bullet for anybody who's gonna get you. Kill him and be a criminal rather than be a faggot. One guy has me, and I want Bob to get his name, not just here in our neighborhood, but all over Tyranne! I brought up my son until one day...

Although I paid 50 grand, the court sentenced my son to 10 years in prison, and why? Because he only killed two people on Kamze's turn. Sali Berisha killed two thousand people in 97 and didn't do a day in prison. Unfair life here in Albania.

First the kid was held at 313 Prison and then transferred to Pecin prison. Even there she continued the gym, got 13 tattoos on her body, grew up, and her body became all muscle. Despite the prison, he lacked nothing. I put them in with friends and cell phones and cocaine and even hashish and two knives to protect himself. The neighbor had a good time, he was in a cell with two other criminals, one from one of Tropoja's Vlora. Nice guys and them, they kept my boy in my arms. When President Bujar Nishani was about to make an amnesty, I took his stand with his councilors and after paying another 20 thousand euros he's given three years in prison. The boy came out after seven years and I believe you can kill two people and do seven years in prison is not bad. When the boy got out of prison, I was so happy I just fucked up a little bit. You know how he said to me that day:

- Dad, you've broken my dick all my life. You told me to be a criminal and I followed your order. But you will forgive me for forgiving each other. I went to jail as a murderer but I got out of prison as a killer and a faggot. I had a good time in jail, Dad, and I can't wait to get back in. Where you've hidden your gun, throwing brains into the wind, someone's waiting for me in the prison cell. No friends left alone. We had a good time and they were waiting for me, Dad! ! /Pamlet. com