there was a boy, who everyone knew well, very well liked , very well dressed high class family, he was even polite, he liked a Tooheys after work and his girl by his side, hearing the kids stories, and his girls demands he did what ever she said just to keep her at hand, he loved every little damn thing about her , the way her eyes went Chinese when ever she laughed or smiled the way every guy wanted her and somehow she didn't know why, he loved her hair and the amount of time she would spend to make sure she looked good, cos behinds closed doors he spent just as many hours doing the same but not a soul knew how many times he would click his fingers wink at him self in the mirror fingers pointing in a gun position, he loved his family with his all gave anything and everything just to make then smile, on the outside he seemed so perfect someone to admire bright and funny he was the man of the hour at every party laugh so...