"That doesn't matter at all, does it ?" Carlos said.
"Ah Carlos! Why do you think so? To me it makes perfect sense. You should have this."
"Think logically, will I really need all that fancy shit -- but yeah. Meager part of it is."
"You see, now you are talking.."
"Um..hmm.." I started laughing and he joined. He always does with his typical laugh with occasional snorting.
"Sonofabitch, you are a pisser Rony". He continues laughing and his entire body shakes.
Its dark everywhere around. I can barely see the other side of Carlos' face in the light from a distant car. His long greying beard and his scruffy hair are making interesting shiny patterns. And that faint smell, I wonder what kind of shit he carries in his car.
As the car is getting filled with our violent laughter in unison in otherwise silent night, I emptied a couple of 7.65 mms from my Type 77 pistol into his chest with all the precision. All I have to make sure is to wait for the train at the railway crossing to blow its mandatory honk at this time. A couple more missed bullet shots, and a little ransacking of the car. Carlos is another victim of the increasing street mobbing problem. Simple!
"Thats something...", I could not stop wondering why Carlos is carrying so much money with him.
That's how it always works with us. No emotional heart thumping monologues of verses from Bible in front of the victims. Nobody ever gonna tell you that they're gonna kill you. Your murderers come as your friends, they are the ones you know. The ones you think they cared for you. And the blood, I just hate the mere sight of it. But this is something I cannot avoid. I would also love to have some cleaner ways of doing things. Unfortunately that doesn't work for me.
This is me, Rony. I tell you, the big guys are a little crazy. What starts as a friendly argument over drinks turns into a fist-less scuffle very quickly. And they want to kill each other. Mindless egotistic jokers. Now this is where I come. The Friendly Face. The Good Samaritan. The Helping Hand.
I was this proud kid earning more than anyone else in the neighborhood for running errands for the hoods across the street. The errands used to differ from delivering goodies to exploding cars for the bosses. Gradually, I created a special role for myself in the hood fraternity. And, here I'm doing my profession with all the dedication. After-all work is worship.
P.S. An attempt at narrative style. Certainly Pulp Fiction had its impression on me, and so did many of the gangster movies.
Ciuadad Juarez, Mexico - Gabriela is a daughter of a businessman. She has everything she wanted, except that she cannot go out without her security guards. Out of the fear of extortion threats by the local mafia she was not allowed to play with her friends. Like any other kid she wanted to go out freely and play. One day, in their huge mansion, amidst the colorful walls with fancy paintings light by the magnificent chandeliers were a group of finely dressed happy people waiting for her to cut her birthday cake. She stared at everyone and with a grin blew those five candles at once, and made a silent wish. 
Bali, Indonesia - Dian is an orphan. He had been through lot of rough times since his childhood. But he always believed in hard work and finally made a decent job. He met a girl recently through a friend and never before was he so happy in his life. After meeting her frequently for some time, he made up his mind and proposed and she happily accepted. All he wanted is to make a happy family which he never had and they planned to get married. A day before his marriage, he went out along with friends and was gazing in the sky thinking about his marriage. He spotted a shooting star and quickly made a wish.
Philadelphia, USA - Cody was a perfectly healthy kid until he was recently diagnosed with Pulmonary Fibrosis, which is quite rare in kids. Despite being terminally ill, he dresses up head to toe in support of his favorite Philadelphia Phillies team for every ball game and cheers for them from his bed in the hospital. He always wanted to spend time with the members of his favorite team. When volunteers from Make-A-Wish foundation visited him in the hospital and asked him what he wanted, he knew it exactly. He made his wish. 
Ranchi, India - Sujata is a single mother working in a construction company. Ever after her husband deserted her with their two kids, she took the responsibility of earning bread by working hard. All she wanted is to make sure she could feed both her kids every day, but thats not an easy task for her. Just like every other day, on her way to work she stopped for a minute near the Ganesh temple. She closed her eyes fervently , mumbled a small prayer and made her only wish. 
She could hear his heart beat amidst the sound of ticking clock. Fifteen past one, she could not sleep thinking of their happy moments.
