John

Not long after I met Dom I recall he went to jail for some reason. I believe it was on weekends. For a little while I hung around with his brother John . John was a few years younger then me I thought but recently I found out he was my age but very smart and manipulative. He was a good looking kid and always seem to be happy and smilling .The problem is he seem to lack the conscience when it came to people and even his family. John didn’t have any money so he stole . He stole from hanyone who would leave money unattended. With his stealing came his pathological lying. You could catch him with his hand in your pocket pulling out money and he would tell you he was putting it in because he found it on the floor. His father caught him a few time .A couple of times he took me to his places he would steal money. He would go to hotel fitness center and rob the lockers . After a few weekends with John I stop hanging with him . You see I liked that family ! They were nice to me so I didn’t want to be involve with any of what John stole. I believed until just recently that John stole from his family as well but he insisted on our last visit that he would never have stolen from him family. I decided to belive him.Truth is John was very smart ! He was the forth oldest in a family of ten I believe. There father worked long hours to keep the family afloat . They were very poor and maybe that’s why I liked them because we were also very poor . Yet when there children brought someone home they would feed them like there own. I remember Dom inherited that kindness through out his life They took me in as one of there own it seemed to me at the time. Once Dom was done his jail time we started hanging out on weekends a lot . Richard worked at a dry cleaner . Both him and Dom quit school and went into the work force. Dom worked for his Dad for a summer then he went to work in moving with his brother Albert moving furniture. John was always in trouble then and He continued on that path for many years.I lost touch with him then later our path would cross again.