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Growing Up

So, Here I am on the fucking road high tailing it from ?The City of Brotherly Love, got some of my cash stowed away, and took my least recognizable car. Apparently these fuck faces don?t respect a binding agreement. What the fuck is the matter anyways, I didn?t break any of the three, I followed the Laws and respected there fuckin status. But No, I am a dead man walking cause I fuckin took that Lambo down? fucker didn?t want to give it to me trying to pull status, and the fact that his Sire is the Puppet Prince. What a fucking Joke.. His Own Invictus don?t even Call him Mister Prince, but anyways I guess you don?t fuck with the Vicks, my fuckin garage was bombed in the day, Fucking bitches. Shits getting hot and Heavy and I decided while the going gets rough, and people all think I am dead.. It was assumed I stayed in the loft above my garage, and I liked to keep it that way. Guess Lisa is the only one who knows I ain?t Ash right now, she said she will know the exact moment I ever die. I hope she don?t let the cat out of the bag there. I think My sire will keep that going. But fuck everyone in Phillie, shit them carths got fat and lazy, I aint seen any change take place in the decade I was a vamp..

So who am I? My name when I was born Franklyn Hanson most people now call me Pitt, and the name is what makes the Man. I have been workin on cars since the late 70?s, I looked up to Pops, and he had a shop that I spent most of my Youth in. Mom was dead, and Dad had to work so I spent time watching him, learning the inside?s and outsides of a car. Most kids learned there ABC?s and Two Plus Two, I learned what a Double Pumper Carb was. I knew how fuel Injection worked before it became fully mainstream. I got into school and went to school during the day, cleaned the shop and helped work after school on the weekends on during the summer, I was able to do a full brake job, that?s rotors bleeding the lines, drums, and pads, by the time I was 9.

Gas on the Brain

Maybe it was all those fumes as a Kid, or maybe gas was just in my blood stream, but I dropped out of school by the time I was 15 and took on full time at the shop, getting my ASI. I also started hanging out at all the ?Right? Places too, Me and a couple cats started runnin a Chop, out of an old run down Garage, we would scout and boost, now Boostin Rides takes some knowledge of the way a Car works, Just bridge the starter, break the steering wheel lock, and you can take off, Shit later on tools were made to just pick the lock, I got decent at that shit too, but I was the wheel man and the chopper, they would scout, check the pigs, and I took the ride, we chopped it down and sold the parts, money started rollin in, and what did I do with my share, Got my own car up and running at the Age of 16 I was driving around a 76 SS Camero, Picked up the car out at a JunkYard for 100 bucks, and tore right into it, my life was kind of packed, doing the 8-5 at the shop for dad, fuckin 6-midnight working on the Camero getting it ready, and than midnight-3 picking up rides, Its pretty cool that Chester and Mike were good with a wrench too, cause then life would get real thick if I had to chop the shit down as well.

I was always the best driver between us, I just had those natural reactions the ability to think about the car, hear what its doing, and push it to its limit. So we had cash rollin in from the Chop Shop, I was making money with fixing cars, it didn?t take much time for me to have the Camero back in perfect shape, I dropped a 454 Stroker in the Son Of a Bitch, bored the shit out to a 483, Throu a Nice Double Pumper Carb system on it. And had it on the streets, Before fuckin Street Racing was Popular before the quarter got over rated, before these fucking 10 second car?s became fuckin Mainstream, I was rolling around in a car that had 645 Pure Horses of Detroit Muscle, I was pushing 406 Foot Pounds of Torque it was a screamin ride. I picked up in my first race 2000, now I am spending my time boostin cars, fixin em, and racin em. Money is rollin in Fat. Well Pops fuckin had a bad accident, and the shop came into my name. I kept it legit kept my books straight there, expanded the chop shop, and started picking up other rides, People are all up on thinking they got the next best thing and it all ended the same. With me taking the cash, or towin the car. I had cash comin in from all fronts now, a Legit front, and two underground fronts, The word quickly spread like a fuckin slut spreads crabs that I was the person to come to for Parts, or to chop up hot material.

Well money kept rollin in, and the cars, bikes, money, bitches, and drugs. I was 18 and Made more money than pops ever had in. And the thing was it wasn?t about to stop, I picked up my own crew to start boostin, I still drove, I still boosted, but I had more things to do, People all around the scene wanted to be like me, to work for me, so my crew started Rollin. My Camero is still number One, but I got some other cars that I have been workin on, getting ready to roll in case I wanna try my hands in some other rides. Well in the summer of 93, there was a big race between my Camero and some fuckin fag from NY, claiming he had the hottest ride in town, he had a new Import, the 1992 Toyota Supra, that came equipped with a 1JZ-GTE Twin Turbo I6 engine, that fucker was smoking fast, but eventually my American Muscle barely took the line, I started to really look at these tuners with a new respect.

The Throne/Embrace

Well I was crusin along at a buck 75 one night on the 10 and I guess I was too wasted to be driving, cause next thing I know I am in the barrow pit, being pulled out of the mangled wreck that used to be my Camero, I had a broken leg, a sever concussion, bleeding all over the place, I was in a bad condition there. Most people never drive fast again, most people disappear from the entire scene, me I healed my wounds, licked my scars, and got a new car rollin fat. I picked up a 94 Integra DC 2, it was pushin 533 whp 352ft lb torque. That fucker after I got it rollin became the New Top car of Phillie, it was 35% the Car, and the other 65% the fuckin driver. I started doing some bigger scene races, where each king of the city would meet for a Cannon Ball Run. I picked up the King of the East Coast title 6 years runnin. I was the Undisputed King, I had several different rides, from Old School Muscle to New School Tuner and everythin in between. People from all walks would step up to try to Dethrone the King. My shops in this time tripled, I was runnin 3 legit auto shops, we did Custom Paint, bodywork, Detailin, mechanical work, tuning up, and than I had 6 chop shops runnin the city as well, My crew grew from a origanlly 3 people to over 20 people on my payroll from boostin the cars, to chopin em down. I just raced now and worked on my own shit.

Well being the Undisputed King of the East Cost, and being one of the biggest names on the streets did get a shit ton of attention, we had to keep the shit runnin smooth so the pigs wouldn?t nail me on Shit. And I also had all walks of Life stepping up to me. You watched Fast and Furious, well Mother Fucker I lived that shit for over a decade before the movie came out and Vin Desiel Got famous. I lived that shit every fuckin day. But anyways, I was never a bad looker, and I always had the bad Boy image, and I was fuckin respected like no other. One night this Fucking DROP DEAD Georgous bombshell, walked into my life, that Was Lisa. Well we started fuckin, and one thing led to another, I wake up the next night with Fuckin Fangs, and her telling me that She Embraced me right as the sun started to come up, sayin she wanted me to feel the sun one last time, She had some burns on her body but apparently survived as the shutters closed, well come to explain some of the feelings I had for the bitch was cause of Majesty, anyways she had me take off the Crown, and sit in the back seat for a bit as I learned this new life. I had to diminish my rep some, as the world was getting Dangerous for Me. Due to the Underground racing scene getting more Mainstreem, I stopped accepting Challenges, and losing my crown. Losing races here and there. It was all a political move as I stepped more into the Requiem and less out of the Lime Light, the Acura I sold for a heafy fee, when My new Pride and Joy got rollin, No one knew the driver of the car at any races, and All money was presented by the Damn Fly Chick Known to everyone as Lovely L. Me and Lisa knew how to keep this shit from getting too blown up and where I could still enjoy the Passion that I had I picked up a 2001 Porche 911 Twin Turbo that I tinted 100% black, no one could see in or Out. The Cred that I picked up was for Takin Out Pitt. Lovely L held up the Bottom Jaw of Lucky, she was such a good dawg too, but things had to be done to kill the Name. We called this new Creation Wrench, and he took over Pitt?s old crews as well as part of his claim, with only a Few Key men at the top of the chain ever meeting Wrench, they of course became my ghouls.

Double Lives/Extended Passions

Well I lived a Double Life, racing every now and than as Gear, entrustin my business to be ran by my ghouls, and Never having to come out of the Tint to show my true Colors. On the Kindred side, I followed Lisa into the Movement, and Phillie was a good city, the Carthains had more power than the Invictus wanted to let on, our Primogen Council was strong as ever? Shit was good, Over time I started not spending as much on Food, beer, liquer, drugs, and I started picking up shit off the streets, I always had a lot of sway on the streets, but a boon here, a promise there, and I was brought up to Second in Charge of the Streets in the City. I never liked Second Best and one day I just took the Reingns of the streets fully and completely. I would make sure that No one could take away my sway of Phillie. A greedy Carthain is never a pleasant sight when you try to take away something that is HIS.

Exodus

Well a couple weeks ago, the Senshcal?s new kid got a Lambo for his Manumission, and he was talking all types of shit thinking he was one bad mother fucker, He was spouting off that He could take Anyone on in the city, so I arranged a Race between Him and Wrench, we raced for Pinks, and the Kid had no fucking skill behind the wheel it was like taking candy from a Baby, when Lovely L asked for the fucking Slip, the Kid hightailed it out of there, fucking spouting off how he don?t have ta pay for his ass. So we fucked his Lambo all Up, left nothing but the Steering wheel in his gararge as a Little reminder to not fuck with us. He got all pissed off and tried makin a move on me and mine, well lest just say He was dropped off at his sires house, gripping the steering wheel and needing some blood to wake up. That didn?t go over too well and after a couple weeks bickering back and forth, my Porsche had a Malfucntion as one of my ghouls was going to start it up, well that?s A great car down the Drain and a dead ghoul. I started sleepin in my safehouse, and getting an Emergcny car rollin up that would be able to sneek out of the city. I found a trashed 96 RX7 that I started working on, the Engine and everything was all fucked up, I rebuilt that shit on the Down Low, and got it running, tuned it up some, its not perfect but it will do. And I stashed it, I kept on like nothing is different, and silently snuck away to my safe house each night Making sure No One was following me, well it happened like I expected it too, One Day My haven, my shop?s, and All my cars all blew up before the Sun Set during the Day, and I was thought to be dead, I hope Lisa takes Care of the boys, as I decided to roll on out of Town while the Going was still good.

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