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    Best Friend, Confused, and Dad: MAMMA, EVER SINCE
 I SAlV I'M ITALIAN,
 EVERYONE KEEP4
 TEA IN ME AND
 AGKING IF I'M IN THE
 MAFIA

 NEXT TIME
 TELL THEM

 THEN THEY
 WILL FEAK
 YOU.
2srooky:

giancarlovolpe:

Based on a true story.

this reminds me of a story that’s kind of an ongoing joke in my family. 
I’m half German, and my father’s side of the family is full blooded German. My father owns a business that deals with a lot of international calls, and during my early tween years he got a lot of business calls at all hours of the day and night from all over the world. 
Now, when i first met my best friends, I had them sleeping over at my house, and we were watching TV. Every few minutes the phone would ring, and our caller ID would project at the top of the television screen. 
I was bullied a lot as a kid, so my dad told me to tell people if they asked what my father did, that he was in the German Mafia.
So, naturally when my friends asked who was calling, I made the joke it was business cause my dad was in the German Mafia, and the joke stuck. 
And it spread, too. Middle school was filled with jokes about my family and the mafia, but they were just jokes. That I was in the mafia, my dad was a mafia boss, etc. etc.
Those jokes continued into high school, where, in my junior year I was in a big depressive spell. I wore my hair tied back from my face a lot, and in my history class, these jokes were cracked a little more often as we began our European Studies. One day, my History teacher, the most amazing teacher I had in high school, walked between me and my best friend, as our desks were right next to each other, while we had been making one of these jokes. 
He paused, and reached out, tapping my right temple twice while a huge, cheeky grin spread on his face and he just went. 
“Good to see you finished your induction.” and walked away.
I was confused, my best friend and I were staring at each other for a solid ten minutes before we got back to work. 
When I went home that night, I looked up a bunch of stuff about the German Mafia. The German Mafia would often do a tattoo of 3 dots on someone once they had finished their “trials” and were accepted. This was most often done in cases of murder, and other crimes. Where the tattoos were placed meant different things. Hands were the norm, but sometimes a tattoo would be placed on the face. 
These tattoos are now mostly outdated, and are usually just prison tattoos done for years/crimes committed in prison, but some branches of Russian, Cuban, and German mafias still use the three dot tattoos. 
I was flabbergasted for two reasons. One, that my teacher knew all of this about the German mafia, and, Two, that he pointed out the three freckles on my temple that make a perfect triangle. 
For the rest of my Junior and Senior year, the mafia jokes dwindled less and less, because people actually believed I was in the mafia. 
I never told them I wasn’t, either.

    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Best Friend, Confused, and Dad: MAMMA, EVER SINCE
 I SAlV I'M ITALIAN,
 EVERYONE KEEP4
 TEA IN ME AND
 AGKING IF I'M IN THE
 MAFIA

 NEXT TIME
 TELL THEM

 THEN THEY
 WILL FEAK
 YOU.
2srooky:

giancarlovolpe:

Based on a true story.

this reminds me of a story that’s kind of an ongoing joke in my family. 
I’m half German, and my father’s side of the family is full blooded German. My father owns a business that deals with a lot of international calls, and during my early tween years he got a lot of business calls at all hours of the day and night from all over the world. 
Now, when i first met my best friends, I had them sleeping over at my house, and we were watching TV. Every few minutes the phone would ring, and our caller ID would project at the top of the television screen. 
I was bullied a lot as a kid, so my dad told me to tell people if they asked what my father did, that he was in the German Mafia.
So, naturally when my friends asked who was calling, I made the joke it was business cause my dad was in the German Mafia, and the joke stuck. 
And it spread, too. Middle school was filled with jokes about my family and the mafia, but they were just jokes. That I was in the mafia, my dad was a mafia boss, etc. etc.
Those jokes continued into high school, where, in my junior year I was in a big depressive spell. I wore my hair tied back from my face a lot, and in my history class, these jokes were cracked a little more often as we began our European Studies. One day, my History teacher, the most amazing teacher I had in high school, walked between me and my best friend, as our desks were right next to each other, while we had been making one of these jokes. 
He paused, and reached out, tapping my right temple twice while a huge, cheeky grin spread on his face and he just went. 
“Good to see you finished your induction.” and walked away.
I was confused, my best friend and I were staring at each other for a solid ten minutes before we got back to work. 
When I went home that night, I looked up a bunch of stuff about the German Mafia. The German Mafia would often do a tattoo of 3 dots on someone once they had finished their “trials” and were accepted. This was most often done in cases of murder, and other crimes. Where the tattoos were placed meant different things. Hands were the norm, but sometimes a tattoo would be placed on the face. 
These tattoos are now mostly outdated, and are usually just prison tattoos done for years/crimes committed in prison, but some branches of Russian, Cuban, and German mafias still use the three dot tattoos. 
I was flabbergasted for two reasons. One, that my teacher knew all of this about the German mafia, and, Two, that he pointed out the three freckles on my temple that make a perfect triangle. 
For the rest of my Junior and Senior year, the mafia jokes dwindled less and less, because people actually believed I was in the mafia. 
I never told them I wasn’t, either.

                
            

            
            
2srooky:

giancarlovolpe:

Based on a true story.

this reminds me of a story that’s kind of an ongoing joke in my family. 
I’m half German,...

            
            
        

    



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                



            

        

        
        

            

                




    Baseball, Church, and Club: Heather Boyer is with Kennedy Boyer.
 Thursday at 7:08 PM
 Today my daughter changed her profile picture. After
 maybe 5 minutes I get a text.." I didn't know she was
 dating a black boy, did you?
 lt took me all day to think up a response, which l
 didn't send personally but thought I would share for
 anyone else that "may not know"
 Yes in fact I did know, but the color of his skin doesn't
 define who he is. What does define who is he is how
 he treats my daughter.
 I see my daughter dating a boy that comes to my
 house and shows me nothing but respect (a big deal
 in my book). It's always Yes Ma'am, No Ma'am, we talk
 about football and baseball, he tells me bye when he
 leaves, and has not once shown me a lack of manners
 or respect.
 I see my daughter dating a boy who treats her good
 He takes her on dates, to ballgames, out to eat..not to
 a club or partying on the weekends.
 I see my daughter dating a boy who takes her to
 church with him. Every Sunday. He plays in the band,
 she sits with his family. How many young men these
 days make church a priority? None of the others
 have
 He doesn't hit her, cuss her, lie to her, or make her
 cry. Would I rather her date a white boy that did, to
 keep from her dating another race? Absolutely not.
 So that's my response to the question I was asked
 And I know people have their own opinion, but at the
 end of the day, the fact that my daughter has
 someone that loves her and treats her like a queen
 makes me happy. That's something I've never had in
 my life and I'm glad she does.
thought I’d share this.
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Baseball, Church, and Club: Heather Boyer is with Kennedy Boyer.
 Thursday at 7:08 PM
 Today my daughter changed her profile picture. After
 maybe 5 minutes I get a text.." I didn't know she was
 dating a black boy, did you?
 lt took me all day to think up a response, which l
 didn't send personally but thought I would share for
 anyone else that "may not know"
 Yes in fact I did know, but the color of his skin doesn't
 define who he is. What does define who is he is how
 he treats my daughter.
 I see my daughter dating a boy that comes to my
 house and shows me nothing but respect (a big deal
 in my book). It's always Yes Ma'am, No Ma'am, we talk
 about football and baseball, he tells me bye when he
 leaves, and has not once shown me a lack of manners
 or respect.
 I see my daughter dating a boy who treats her good
 He takes her on dates, to ballgames, out to eat..not to
 a club or partying on the weekends.
 I see my daughter dating a boy who takes her to
 church with him. Every Sunday. He plays in the band,
 she sits with his family. How many young men these
 days make church a priority? None of the others
 have
 He doesn't hit her, cuss her, lie to her, or make her
 cry. Would I rather her date a white boy that did, to
 keep from her dating another race? Absolutely not.
 So that's my response to the question I was asked
 And I know people have their own opinion, but at the
 end of the day, the fact that my daughter has
 someone that loves her and treats her like a queen
 makes me happy. That's something I've never had in
 my life and I'm glad she does.
thought I’d share this.
                
            

            
            
thought I’d share this.