Sunday, February 08, 2015

A Son of Liberty, Volume II, “Out Cry”

Charlie Paradise finds himself in college removed from Madison Hills with a clean canvas determined to walk the straight and narrow. Past vices become virtues as his new angels power the former high school bookie to the fabled trading pits of Chicago at nineteen years old in the summer of 1996. Inducted into one of the oldest grain trading families in the exchanges mighty history Charlie quickly excels embraced as one of their own and his once thought of legendary stories amount to less than a tear in a bucket in this new, naked, exposed and wild world of speculative commodity trading.

Charlie’s former Bostonian hometown, the revered Madison Hills home to his own father, former gang of “young guns” and the “shot” heard around the world once conspiring now rally around his headlines, clerking inside Chicago’s floor corn pit, thinking the game won, son into a powerful family all before his 21st birthday he can’t out run his past in the frightening dark follow up to “Legendes.”

A lesson in speculative American trading, the grain pits at the height of the exchanges volume the precipice of historic and all ending collapse close out not a decade but almost two centuries of the best stories you’ve never heard in your life. “Dice” was now in the middle of the worlds greatest gambling stage carving his own originals out of this rich tapestry blending his own unique past and skill set. New legends surface as his character of all things racist is being compromised as the grip of the “floor” engulfs everything he ever / never wanted to be. The past catches up in a whirlwind of just a few years which many would might constitute a lifetime inside, cocaine, coffins, comas and credibility.

Out of these ashes a gripping new Junior Mafia would emerge as talented and savvy as himself. They’d listen attentively to past books, emulate the “tongue” and blow away with a wise savvy of many lifetime providing hope in a daring strange little understood world of the internet. And as the whole ship sunk, a lightness, a new greatness prevailed encompassing everything he ever dreamed about on his first shitty basketball court after another scowling homeland defeat, the only question was now, was it too late?

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