BigDaddyCash's Profile

Join Date:

6/27/2008

Pen Name: BigDaddyCash

• Location: Salt Lake City , UtahP.O. Box 702066Ph: 801 738 4866  Magic Jack Online
• Name: William Cash Neve
• Preferred language: English
• School: THE SCHOOL of EXPIERENCE...Hard Knocks
• About me:

  This is History
  
  This is only one of the stories about my life on the gray side, I have many to tell but this one will surely capture your attention. I’m going to take you back in my past to the time when my drinking opened the door to organized crime.
  
  I remember that day well, I woke up in the morning sicker then hell, and I had the shakes so bad that I couldn’t hold a cup in my hand without spilling its contents. This wasn’t unusual it was almost a daily occurrence, what was different was my clean attire and the clean bed that I woke up in.
  
  As I slopped cold water on my face a vague remembrance of the evening before flashed through my mind. I had met a stranger who for some reason wanted to help me get back on my feet. I felt sure I was being conned but he was buying the drinks, so I went along with whatever pleased him. I remember that he owned a night club somewhere and that he was willing to give me some kind of a job, other than that, I couldn’t remember anything else.
  
  My only thought at the time was that I had to get out of this place and find me a drink, what the hell, most likely I’d never see this guy again, and if I did, I didn’t give a damn. I headed for the door, as I reached for the knob it burst open. There was the stranger, with him two of the meanest looking characters I’d ever laid eyes on.
  
  My instincts told me that if I wanted to get out of there alive I’d better strike first and make it count, then I better run like hell. I was about to strike when the stranger stepped forward and said; "Morning Cash, I got a job for you bro."
  
  "Job hell, I don’t want a job and I‘m not your brother."
  
  "But last night you promised."
  
  "Shit, you can’t believe anything I say when I’m drunk. You heard me I don’t want a job, do I have to spell it out for you?"
  
  "Come on Cash lets go down to the bar and have a drink while we talk this over."
  
  Holy shit, that did it, I needed a drink so bad that all caution just flew out the window.
  
  "OK," I said, "let’s talk!"
  
  It has been six months since this took place, ever since I’ve been working for John R. The best thing about the job was that I never run out of booze.
  
  John set me up in a small suite, on the top floor of the Miles Hotel. His bar was on the main floor of the Hotel and his after hour’s club was in the basement. My job consisted of doing whatever John asked me to do, and became a little flaky at times.
  
  Every morning I was to open the bar in the hotel at 10 o’clock and stay until the day bartender got there, usually about noon. At night I just had to stick around in the club in case there was trouble and then I was expected to step in and handle it, what ever it took.
   
  John knew that I had been in Special Forces that I was highly trained in martial arts. I guess, in my drunken stuper, I must have been pretty mouthy the night that we met. Anyway, it was clear to me now that John wanted to have command over my deadly talent.
  
  I really wasn’t surprised when I found out that John R. was a big shot in the Italian mafia? I knew that he had to be involved in the underworld because of his life style and also because he always had those two mean looking bodyguards with him.
  
  Up until now I had done a few illegal things to get my badly needed alcohol, but now I had fallen into the clutches of organized crime. You think my career, as a professional alcoholic was bad, the next year and a half as a participant in this organization was totally a nightmare. Why I’m alive, to tell about it is some kind of miracle. Guns, knives, and prison have brought to a climax the lives of everyone that was involved in this family of crime; believe it or not I’m the only one left. And I was the one that was on the suicide mission.
  
  These experiences started a positive change in my attitude but it would still be a while before I’d stop wallowing in the filth of the gray world (The world of desperation and crime.)
  
  Whatever the answer is, I was sure getting an education. My life in the gray world took me from one bad place to another. I was trapped in a position with the Mafioso Family, once a member always a member, if I tried to leave the organization a contract would be put out on me and that’s a fact. Eventually I’d find a way to break from the family, but that’s another story.
  
  There are three Mafia families that operate out of Salt Lake City (The hub of the western USA). The Russian Mafia, the Italian Mafia and the Chinese Mafia;
  
  Evsei Agron was a full fledged member of the Vory V Zakone (the official Russian Mafia). He ran a huge prostitution and gambling operation. When he arrived in Brighton Beach, New York in 1975 he established his family and soon it became the most feared family of the Russian Mafia. Like the tentacles of an octopus his family spread out all over the United States. Two of Agron's lieutenants, the Nayfeld brothers, were sent to Salt Lake to further establish the Vory V Zakone.
  
  The Chinese Mafia known as the Tong was set up in American during the gold rush in Montana and eventually made its way to Salt Lake City.
  
  The Italian Mafia grew during the prohibition era in the USA; it's organized in ‘families’, each with its own boss, or capo. Families are located in New York, Las Vegas, Salt Lake City, Miami, Atlantic City, and Chicago. The Russo Family was the Mafia in Salt Lake.
  
  All three Mafias were actively engaged in fraud, transnational money laundering, extortion, drug trafficking, weapon smuggling, auto theft, white slave trafficking/prostitution, hostage taking, extortion of immigrant celebrities and sport figures, transportation of stolen property for export, insurance and medical fraud, counterfeiting, credit card fraud, and murder.
  
  My problem with alcohol got me involved in this whole scheme of activities. I had actually become one of John Russo’s lieutenants. As I have already stated I eventually broke away but it took intervention from God and John Russo, but again that’s another story.
   
  You have just read the synopsis of Surreptitious Cash.

• My claim to fame: My one claim to fame is my peace of mind. I've lived a long life and made tons of mistakes. I've tried to make amends for all the harm that I've done but in some cases that's not possible. So instead of making amends I now make repairs. I try to fix the problems of others and that's where I've found my biggest successes.