Squizzy

Cheers, after 12 inside its the small things in life mate.

Name's Squizzy... Squizzy Jims and if you buy me another beer and sit down I guess I can share a little of my story with ya. Now if you want a story full of laughter and joy I suggest you speak to that family over there, that is on their way back from Disneyland and still riding off the highs from their last ride, because my story begins with 3 young orphans that watched their parents burn, as firefighters pulled them from the burning wreck that was their house. The following years were hell as the system split us up and moved us around until the day I turned 18 and took custardy of my younger brothers, Benjii and Slim. Unfortunately I was young and uneducated, forcing me into a life of crime in order to put food on my family's table and a roof over their heads. When Benjii turned 18 a few years later I attempted my biggest job yet, stealing bars of gold from the Melbourne Treasury, with hopes to send them both to university for a better chance at life. Unfortunately the driver sold me out and I was sentenced to 25 years staring at 4 brick walls, though some witnesses fell through and some evidence went missing so got out after 12 and decided it was time for a fresh start. Which brings us here..... Now if your not going to buy another round, FUCK OFF!!!