CIAN HEW

Diary, Stupid piece of shit, THING,

Since you're reading this i assume you're one of those paper pushers that made me do this in the first place? I have to say i don't know why i need to write everything about myself here but whatever, you're going to have a fun read if you even do read this. I suppose if you're a paper pusher you'll already know i'm the leader of a gang here in LA and i have been for a fairly long time. But that's not the only thing i do, no, in fact i'm the owner of the small tattoo and body piercing studio called Metallurgy and if i do toot my own horn i would say we're one of the best in this god forsaken city. However just because i'm the best owner that studio has had since the idiot before me opened it ten years ago doesn't mean that all my attention goes to it. I basically have people that work in there all the time so i only need to pop my head in every so often, just to make sure they're doing their jobs so i don't have to fire them. Which would be a shame since they're the ones that gave me the piercings i have myself. What piercings i hear your vanilla heart scream? Well hold on to your tightie whities cause i have a jacob's ladder piercing consisting of 4 piercings, if you don't know what that is then google it, i'm not going to tell you but i will say that it's on a private part of anatomy. But yes, now you know about my less than... legal life i suppose you'll want to know some other things about me. So i'll let you in on the basics.

I'm a thrity-two year old guy who is free and single. I could never deal with a woman bitching at me from the sidelines, telling me i work too late and that my 'friends' aren't to her liking. But then if i did get in a relationship with one she would have to know about the gang and she'd probably be a part of it, i'm not going to hide something that big to someone who is meant to mean that much to me. I have a pet, well... pets. A Scarlet Macaw and also a Great Dane. Like i put above i'm the leader of a gang called 'Teaghlach', which means family in irish. After all a gang is a family, we all look out for each other. And then i own Metallurgy which i bought from the old owner with... borrowed money. Hmm, what else to say, i like to keep in shape so you'll find me working out a lot, being the leader of a gang isn't a cushy job what with the amount of times some of the little shits try and take over. But hey, i chose this and i wouldn't change it for any reason. I even bought the space above metallurgy for the gang, it's a place they can go if they need to get away and hide for a while, it's all well decorated and it looks great, if i say so myself.

I was born in the United Kingdom, Lisburn in Northern Ireland to be exact. I lived in Ireland for around eighteen years, it wasn't a good eighteen years since my father was a random guy and my mother didn't want a kid so dropped me off at the local orphanage. Which is probably why i've turned out that way i have... but hey. Anyway, growing up with a bunch of whiny idiots wishing for parents didn't do me any good and i acted out in school and was a bully and a class clown. I didn't care about it but then again i didn't really care about much of anything in those days, i was just hoping waiting for a chance to get out of there. So it was rather inevitable that i would act out and turn to drink and drugs before i was even fourteen. They were some of the good times actually, i met some pretty awesome people while out on the streets trying to find a dealer that would sell to a kid. But anyway, one day this bright eyed couple came in and decided they wanted a lost cause, some child that they wanted to change. So of course they picked the one kid that was just as bad as me, did i care? Not particularly, instead i rather enjoyed being the only bad boy there. Needless to say no one ever picked me, so at the age of eighteen i left their care. Only to be contacted by a man claiming to be my grandfather, who told me my whore of a mother was dead. Did i care? No. But i still took the plane ticket to America regardless to check the old bugger out. Turns out he was my grandfather, and he was stinking rich. He had this huge estate in hollywood and god damn i've never seen a place so big and majestic enough to rival it. I was shocked at first, i'd lived in a shitty orphanage my whole life so that place had been amazing to me. But eventually it lost it's charm and i found myself hating the old man, why did he leave me in Ireland when he could have taken me himself? So needless to say i stole money from him. I stole a LOT from that old cranky bastard and disappeared as if i'd never been there. I found myself in LA when i was about twenty, so i had a lot of stuff to do if i wanted to make it somewhere. So i bought Metallurgy off the old timer that was selling it and the first thing i did as those people's boss was to get them to pierce me. Which... while sore, was rather interesting. But anyway, I got myself a flat, just a nice little one... i found i rather dislike fancy posh expensive houses. I like low key and living in a big ass house wouldn't be low key at all. BUT, i found myself in a gang, it was a shit little thing while all we did was tag streets and beat up other gang members. All very boring and i finally had enough by the time i was twenty-five. I challenged the boss, since i had the support of the other guys and while i beat him to an inch of his life it was someone else that put the bullet in his brain, that guy is now my right hand man. Why didn't i do it? I didn't care enough to bother taking his life and Tom had been wanting to it for such a long time. So hey, why the hell not. But that's how things have been, expect i've upped what we do to thievery and getting rid of the odd... unwanted person. The guys respect me and the ones who try to take my place... who don't understand the name of this gang are kicked out. I have a feeling Tom deals with them without my knowledge and i quite frankly don't give two shits. I'm a pretty uncaring guy, but if you're in my gang... if you understand Teaghlach then i will protect you and make sure you're happy. But if not... well, don't get on my bad side.

I've had a fair few relationships even if they've only lasted a couple months or so. I suppose i'm more of a wham bam thank you ma'am kind of guy, i love the feel of a woman's body but to deal with all her crap? No thanks. I really don't plan to be tied down ever and kids? Hell no! Not in a million years.

Anyway, i feel i've told you enough about myself to make you happy. Or your boss happy. Whoever made me write this stupid thing in the first place and i swear to god if i find out you've blabbed to someone after reading this i'll be coming after you. I will evade whatever law enforcement you send and i will let Tom have his sick way with you, don't think i wouldn't. I know who you are.