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  1. 2006 – Sudano family home, Jefferson “FRANCIS, GEDDUP. NOW!” Francis rolls over in the sheets, a meek groan escapes his teenage jowls, which already sag with the curse of obesity. Michael Sudano trudges up the stairs of the modest Sudano family home and shoves the door hard. The force reminds Francis of last night’s episode of COPS, in particular a scene where a SWAT team smash their way into a barricaded home. Just like the victim on the TV the night prior, hiding from her captor in a closet, Francis hides from his father in his bed. “Francis Sudano, may the Lord help if you don’t get your ass up now.” “Just cause you’re failing grades doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail me and your mother.” “Get the fuck up, NOW, and get dressed. I’m taking you to school.” Eventually, Francis rises from the depths of his slumber and moans and groans his way to his feet. Only 16 but already a big boy, he dresses himself in a loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans, all generic and bought in dollar store outlets. His fashion sense is non-existent and his wardrobe Is decked out in the cheapest of garments. His family aren’t living in poverty but they’re not going on any European vacations either. At the kitchen table, conversation between his two younger sisters and his mother is in full flight. Mary, the youngest at 8 years old, is all fired up and ready for a school trip to a museum in San Fierro. It’s a rare expedition for the bright and blue-eyed child and she’s rearing to go. Her counterpart and eldest sister, Rose, is just on the cusp of womanhood at 11 years old and filled with teenage angst. She fires witty remarks back at Mary, jealousy coating her high-pitched voice. Michael, the patriarch of the family, was only recently promoted and during Rose’s early school days, they could not afford luxuries such as school trips. Even with the promotion, Michael and Lilly Sudano had to be frugal in their spending to afford the school trip’s fees but their youngest was the light of their lives and worth scraping the bottom of the butter box for. Francis eats a similar breakfast to his father, bacon, sausages, eggs, hashbrown all cooked and caked in oil and grease. As Lilly often reminds Francis: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. In typical Sudano fashion, Lilly doesn’t hold back on the food. She plumps all her children as best as she can with what she has. Coffee and toast on the side tops it all off and, in a half-hour, the three Sudano kids are packed into a 15-year-old saloon and on the way to their respective schools. In the car, the conversation was much the same between the sisters. They kept it up the whole way until Michael pulled the car over at an elementary school and saw his two daughters off to class, leaving both with a massive hug and a kiss on top of their heads. He truly doted on his children. With Francis, however, he showed it in a different way. As soon as the pair were alone in the car and on the way to Jefferson High, Michael let rip with a torrent of both fatherly love and verbal abuse. A typical showing of Italian-American parenting, where father berates son with the thought that maybe, he’ll find hope or motivation from the litany of accusations, disappointing comparisons and anecdotes to how tough his own upbringing was. Two years later… 2008 – Jefferson, St. Lawrence of Brindisi Catholic Church Behind the altar, an 18-year-old Francis stands proudly but teary-eyed and recites a well thought out eulogy that bids farewell to a father that he both hated and loved dearly. The pews are lined, from the back of the church to the front with all sorts of characters. All types, all colours and all variations of people filled the church up to see Michael Sudano off. Taken too young, at only 54 with a massive heart attack, he was truly loved by all that knew him. A man of conviction but also a man of charity. He worked as a banksman for crane operators on the docks for 15 years and before that, in the crane himself for a prior 20 years. In that time, many grew fond of him in the industry and many more in his locale loved him for his big heart and warm, welcoming attitude. He held no prejudices and gave equally to all – As Francis himself said that day: “A man that could truly never be replaced.” In the front row, the two Sudano sisters sat alongside their mother, all three utterly broken from the inside at the loss of their father and husband. Lilly, stricken with grief had barely muttered four words since his passing. Mary and Rose had done nothing but cry, and cry, and cry. Francis felt only numbness up until he uttered the eulogy that sent his father away and brought only heart-wrenching pain and guilt at not living up to his father’s standards. They were now a family of only four – Francis never met his grandparents and never would, they both were taken tragically in a pile-up on Interstate 43 while returning from a vacation. Francis very quickly became the sole provided for his mother and two sisters. It suddenly dawned on him how essential his father’s lessons about completing education and doing well in college were now out of reach. He had worked a dead-end job for the last 18 months, stacking shelves in the local mart and that was not going to pay the bills. Hindsight can be a real bitch, Francis later reminded himself when he weighed up his options. In the coming years, family life became unrecognizable to Francis. What used to be a loving, happy home, soon turned to a meat grinder where he and his mother fought tooth and nail in back-breaking jobs just to keep their heads above water. The economy tanked in late 2007 and the decline nearly decimated the family all the way through until the eventual release from recession in late 2009. His sisters grew up too fast, too young. The eldest, Rose, was pregnant by a much older boy before she was 16 and was soon removed from the family home. Lilly could not afford a child on top of Mary’s growing education bills. As it always was, Mary was still Lilly’s light at the end of the tunnel. The youngest of the Sudano family, she was rearing up to be an extremely intelligent and mature young girl. She took her studies seriously, learning from the mistakes of her older brother and the ignorance of her mother. She was not ungrateful, while Francis and Lilly worked two and three jobs each, she maintained the home. After school, she came home, studied, cleaned and cooked. It was no life for a 14-year-old but she knew where she wanted to be and more important of all: where she didn’t want to end up. 2012 – Rosie’s Bar & Grill, Verona Beach A looming figure in muted colours stands before a double door, partially blocking the view inside a venue that is bustling with people and activity. Francis Sudano, standing at 6’2” and weighing a whopping 340lbs stands guard outside the door of a grill and bar establishment not far from the boardwalk. He’s been bouncing doors for the last 2 years and feels he’s finally found his calling. The work pays well and the extra gigs on the side for cash has eliminated the need for working a second or third job. His massive frame gives most tipsy young folk a second thought to starting trouble and being that the bar is in a tourist-rich area, he rarely sees trouble. A gaggle of three ladies spill out from behind Francis out onto the street to enjoy cool air with their cigarettes. Cocktails in hand, skirts too high for proud fathers and rosy cheeks from the alcohol, they slide past Francis and coo at him, striking up the usual weekend flirting with the immovable doorman. [...] (This is a work in progress) *If a person puts Francis' full name into Google, the following article would be shown somewhere in the results* THE RODEO INSIDER Article written by Horacio Smith. Published: 11th November, 2019. SCUFFLE AT MINT NIGHTCLUB ENDS IN SERIOUS INJURY AND ONE ARREST Just this day last month on a lively Saturday, the Mint Nightclub – situated in the heart of Los Santos' nightlife district in Rodeo was subject to a scene of brief carnage and tragedy. The club was primed to enjoy another successful night of debauchery and dance moves, supplemented by top European DJ Yves V, but all the glory and glamour of the European EDM dance-fest was brought crashing down when patrons clashed at the door with the security team. One such patron, named locally as John Augello Jr., son of top Los Venturas defense attorney, John Augello Sr., was caught in the crossfire and received a near-fatal head injury. Witnesses describe a melee taking place after some scuffling between club-goers and when security got involved, all hell broke loose. John Junior was struck and fell haphazardly into the street, colliding with the pavement head first. The perpetrators were described as being "twice the size of him" and doling out a savage beating to a victim that lay motionless on the street. Responding police made a brief statement after watching the victim be rushed to All Saints Hospital and ensured us that a single man responsible for the assault was taken into custody and would be processed immediately. The victim was reported a few days later to be in an induced coma with a bleed on the brain and a fractured skull. It is unknown if his condition will improve currently but doctors say they are hopeful. Now, a month later, we know more details as court proceedings take place. The only suspect named as dishing out the savage beating is a Los Santos native, Francis Sudano. He is 26 years of age and just as the witnesses on scene said, he is colossal in comparison to his victim. Francis was previously hired at the club through a contracted security company to work the front door and manage the crowd. His employer, Pioneer Security, refused to comment on the case. John Augello Senior spoke to media outlets after court proceedings today and vowed to have the full weight of the justice system see consequences delivered. More updates to follow when court proceedings finish up, later this month. (Further searches for a conclusion of this case would see more articles detailing how Francis was charged with felony battery and sentenced to serve 4 years in prison)
  2. Not sure if this is related but might be: Why do most people hide the $$ amount they receive when selling drugs on the server? Is there some benefit or is the server full of people ignoring minimum pricing agreements and if so: What's the punishment?
  3. OOPS. GREED MADE ME DO IT. SORRY BUTTONMAN.
  4. Feels awful familiar around here....
  5. Crashed into another car yesterday, stuck my head out the window and asked "void?"
  6. Maybe I'm too used to years of SA:MP but I felt the UI looked nice but unnecessarily complicated. That being said, it's a noble idea and you're doing valuable work in providing people more routes to the server.
  7. I feel like a kid again going through this thread. Well done, Busato & co.
  8. That's really crap news. I always recall that picture of her playing the acoustic when I think of her, very gentle soul in my experience. Thanks for letting me know. Any news on KaylaSpace? Hopefully she's doing her farmer thing ha. And also looking for Mickey from Estonia too, I know he was quite ill when we last spoke over 6 years ago. Really hope he pulled through.
  9. This made me sad. Hi to everybody, all the same. Hope everybody is doing well. Could someone perhaps tell me if Pitchounette is OK? I heard a rumor a few years ago things took a dark turn for her and I notice her website is no longer online.
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