Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2013 23:41:07 GMT
matteo alvise d'ancona ,
full name: Matteo Alvise D'Ancona II.
nicknames: Matt, Babyface.
age: 24.
birthday: 8th June.
education: Pricey.
occupation: part-time waiter, odd jobs man.
marital status: Single.
current city: Chicago, IL.
hometown: Chicago, IL.
parents: Robbie & Rosa D'Ancona.
siblings: Enrico (22) and Gianni D'Ancona (19), brothers.
other: Marco D'Ancona III (28): cousin, Dante D'Ancona (25): cousin, Camilla D'Ancona (22): cousin, Raphael D'Ancona (17): cousin, Marco D'Ancona II: uncle, Maria D'Ancona: aunt, Matteo D'Ancona I (34): uncle.
THEN"I can remember being jittery. The heel of my hand hovered over that thin plate of glass-- I was shitting myself that the guys would see me shaking-- and they were all egging me on, initially laughing and daring, eventually exasperated and insulting. Lots of 'you're a fucking pussy Matt, just push it'. I don't know what I was so scared of... getting in trouble? I got in trouble plenty, and I was pretty much untouchable thanks to plenty of hefty donations on the part of my dad. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Whether it was the tangibility of the thing, or if I'd built it up to a bigger thing than just pushing the fucking fire alarm in my head, I don't know. Alls I know is that I couldn't do it. Not until someone mentioned that my cousin did it all the time, when suddenly setting those alarm bells ringing seemed easy. Fun, even."NOW"I can remember being jittery. The index finger of my right hand braced against the trigger-- I was shitting myself that I'd fire wrong, maim instead of murder-- and they were all egging me on, initially laughing and daring, eventually exasperated and insulting. Lots of 'you're a fucking pussy Matt, just whack 'im'. I don't know what I was so scared of... Maybe getting caught. But I think I'd have wanted that, thought that at worst I'd be right as fucking rain in prison, and at best my dad would get me out. But I still couldn't bring myself to do it. Whether it was the guy's begging, or if I'd built it up to a bigger thing than just pulling the fucking trigger, I don't know. Alls I know is that I couldn't do it. Not until my cousin said he'd do it instead, when suddenly doing the job myself seemed easy. Worthwhile, even.""Look at my dad. Look. That's him, 100%. Not just that it is, but that's his face. All the time. He's a wisecracking pain in the ass, but it's better to laugh along or laugh it off because not laughing might leave you in a ditch. Literally, you'll be in a ditch, probably not breathing. My dad lives, breathes and sleeps the family - I think he'd skip sleep if he could, just to be on all our backs all the time. He likes the nicer things in life, but he knows that they don't come cheap - not in any sense - and I guess that's why he breaks our balls so much. Catch is he does it with a joke, so it's not until later you realize he's fucking played you for a fool.""Here's the part where I reveal myself as a cliche momma's boy, but fuck you if you're not one. Your mom brought you into the world, she feeds you, she clothes you, she makes sure there's a roof over your head. Unless you're from one of those new age families where the dad raises the kids, but then you'd be a massive pussy and I feel sorry for you. There are a few exceptions, and when moms are fucked up it's really fucked up - because they're your rock. I go to my dad with a problem, he tells me to stop bitching. I go to my mom, she makes me pizza and goes on a beer run. She's the fucking best. My mom especially, your mom almost definitely sucks next to my mom. She's sacrificed everything for her family, her career, her right to intervene... she's a great woman."matt's voicemail"Matteo, it's your mother. Is it your aim to give me a heartattack? I haven't heard from you since Tuesday, and in case you're in the land of the dead without a concept of time, it's Friday. If you are dead and you're hearing this I'm still pissed because you should have found some way to contact me. I'm your mother! The boys are all coming over for dinner tonight, I expect you to be here. Lila will be here. When are you going to grow a pair and ask her out, Matteo? Maybe tonight. Well, whatever, don't be dead and give me a call."BEEP"You're a fucking pig. I don't know how they do it in Sicily or whatever - are you even Italian? I mean really? Have you even been? - but this is America, and in America being a dick makes you... a dick. I fucking hate you, Matteo D'Ancona. I mean anyone would have been bad enough, but my sister?! She's nineteen you sick fuck! I hope your dick gets stuck in a blender while you're making marinara sauce or what the fuck ever. I feel bad for anyone who has to be stuck in a room with you. If you think I'm sitting around my room listening to 'Torn' by Natalie Imbruglia, you're wrong, I'm actually posting your dick pics on the internet. Fuck you, you fucking asshole."BEEP"It's Marco. You have twenty seconds to be here before I dump this douchebag in your trash and tell the cops where to look."YOU HAVE NO NEW MESSAGES.
lila
li-la [ly-la]
1. conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type: a perfect wife.
2. a tease.
LEX, CHICAGO, CHICO.