The New Mob

I imagine myself in a chair with duck tape across my mouth as the single light swings from side to side you see these self appointed Godfather’s yelling, “the deal is off the table lady!” as he tells the others the others to complete hit after hit on people who have had some bad luck, made some poor decisions or was just at the wrong place at the wrong time.

They welcome you into the “family”, you feel secure and safe knowing you are in THE families good graces. When your on top and paying your monetary dues it’s understood that they won’t take any hits out on you but when life intervenes and you fall behind they show no mercy before kissing your forehead and pulling the trigger.

Sad thing is the new Mob is the banks. The self appointed Godfather’s are the customer service reps who are themselves living paycheck to paycheck, erasing the collectors phone calls on their lunch break from harassing and lecturing others on financial responsibility with not much more than a high school diploma under their belt to award them with so much power.

We tell the Godfathers we want to pay them but they continue with the hits, credit hits, one after another each month. They call us several times in a row harrassing and yelling over our debt as if it’s their own but when we reach out to make things right they will make no deals, just hits.