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JFT TRANSPORT LLC. Est. 1941 WE ARE HIRING! James Francis Trucking and Transport is a small local owner operator trucking company. Refrigerated foods our are main focus, but we also haul dozers, cats and other various over-sized loads. We are hiring now and hope to gather a small brother like family who are known throughout the lands as some of the greatest truckers out their. We will like to hire men and women with some sort of truck knowledge, maybe an actual background and well rounded simple people. We are extremely open to having a driver training course. If you complete driver training you will work for the company as a non-owner operator and still get many benefits. I am still wondering if I shall pay by the mile of pay by the hour. Driver training is still in early thought! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WHAT WE HUAL .Construction and agricultural equipment .Machinery .Refrigerated transportation ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BENIFITS .Own work times .Discounts .Immediate settlements .Conveinant direct deposit .Chance to be a driver trainer .Affordable trucking insurance & medical insurance .Paid base-plate and permits package By becoming a carrier for JFT, you have the freedom to your own work times meaning you can go home whenever you want. Don't let paychecks get in the way of home time! You have the power to settle down anywhere by working for JFT. Wether it be on the side of the street, or in a motel! Gas money, leases and discounted work phones are all put through the company name. We will handle your fuel tax reports, you get a company phone and financing is available to get you the best possible deal on a new truck. Must be working for the company for a specified amount of time to get a large discount on new trucks Owner operators can enroll in comprehensive insurance programs Tolls and scales are all taken care of through the company name Red logo for drivers who have darker colored trucks Our main logo below that (prone to change) REQUIRMENTS Pass DOT Inspection Up to date CDL Wired for ABS trailer brakes 13' 4" minimum stack height Able to scale 48,000 pounds Please message me or comment below if you have any questions, want to fill out an application or want to do driver training! thanks

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*Hanshi walks over to the bully* "You know who the fuck I am?" *Hanshi quickly cuts the kid off* "I don't fuck around, I was bullied in school and KILLED somebody because of it. You're talking to a fucking killer. You keep on bullying someday you might just lose your life and your mothers gonna be crying for the rest of her life. Look at me in the eyes. Don't you ever, ever talk to or look or fucking think of Jackson again I swear to god I'll make sure you'll life is a living pain brother. Cmon lets go." *The three walk to the kids house and talk about star wars and geek related things.*

*Hanshi notices a small kid wearing a star wars t-shirt being followed by a three Mexican kids. They all seem close to 14 years old, definitely in the higher grades* "That's him right their man, right fucking their" *Hanshi grabs the chew out of his mouth and throws it on the ground* "Jackson!" *The kid turns and faces towards Hanshi and Henry*

*Hanshi spits some chew, he also swallows just a little bit. Ah for the love of mint flavor* "Yea man, fuck school! haha I haven't even done the last two yearsss..." *Hanshi grabs his head and remembers the sound of the bat hitting the head. He begins to have a light migraine. He hears the bell ring and instantly snaps back into reality*

*Hanshi begins to remember his old days in school, but quickly wipes his mind away. They turn the corner and see the school in the distance.* "For sure, for sure. The schools right around the corner, right down the street. We got some time to kill." *Hanshi spits out some chew*

*Hanshi spits out his cigar and starts to chew some Copenhagen mint chew. They begin to walk towards the east side* "The kids name is Jackson, very geeky. Not a bad thing, definitely not a bad thing. Hes 11, and hes in 5th grade. Little kids man, the bullies start young! His bullies from what his dad say constantly nag on him for his love of star wars. I'm not sure what these kids are like, supposedly they follow him home everyday"

*Hanshi shoots right up and takes a huge puff of his cigar* "Lets walk, his school is down by the east side. Gets out at three, we can make it" *Hanshi open the door for Henry, they both exit the building and walk outside*

*Hanshi sits down across from Henry, he lights up a little cigar* "So far, I crossed out what just happened, Iv'e gotta take some time to plan the next rally and uhh, that's really it. You know Fred Benson? The small time soldier who lives downtown? His kids getting bullied and he's away on vacation." *Hanshi gives Henry that look of excitement*

*Hanshi notices Henry walking in* "He just got the for life tattoo. I sent him to inker. I hope he aint scared, haha! How was your day so far?" *Hanshi puts the cigar in the ash tray*

*Hanshi is sitting in his meeting room with his best man. ((best man, Leaders right hand man, holds captain rank)) A well respected solider comes comes through the door held open by a guard. He salutes Hanshi, Hanshi gets up and looks at the solider, he slowly sits back down. The solder sits at the other side of the table and they begin their conversation* Hanshi: So, I've heard of you. Mathew, is it? Matt: Yes. Hanshi: Do you believe in life after death Mathew? Matt: Yes sir Hanshi: How was your childhood? Matt: For the most part, it was good. My father was their for me, and he taught me respect. Hanshi: How's life matt. Is it good? Matt: Yes sir Hanshi: I don't think the mother of the kid's brain I smashed in is enjoying life without her son. But see, I spent hell in high school for two years. Yep, two years, can you believe that? Only two years. See thats how much your brain can change. Get out their and do your work. Matt: I'm doin- Captain: Shut the fuck up *Mathew quickly closes his mouth* Hanshi: Do your work, and don't fucking talk back. NEVER talk back. Stay calm, stay loose, and you'll win the battle. Remember that, And i'm not going to tell it to you again. You're devoted. You've been their for brothers when they needed you. I think you're a devoted member. Alex, you think hes a devoted brother? Alex: Devoted for life. Hanshi: Go to inker and get devoted for life tattoo. *Matt gets up and salutes his higher ups. Hanshi gets up and walks over to Matt and hugs him. He asks Matt to take his shirt off. He does* "If you found out this man standing next to you was a snitch, would you kill him without hesitation, would you do it?" "Yes sir" *Hanshi takes his cigar and burns the red hot ash on his chest* "Hass und Macht, Stolz über Farbe. Gewidmet für das Leben, und in dem nach dem Leben getötet. Getötet im Namen des Herrn, und im Namen des Satans zurückgewonnen."

My life began in 1983, in south side Las Angeles to my strict, Japanese father and I never new my mother. None of my family has a military past, my father is a blue-collar worker and his extremely strict on the rules, as I stated before. My young school years were great, good friends and great teachers. But my High School years is where my life starts to get out of hand. It was 6th grade where my all-white school conjoined with an all-black school. Of course I was scared. These kids were not like me, and my friends have left me to go hang out with girls or other black kids. I wasn't like these kids, I was working class, I wanted a job; I wanted to work. These kids found their excitement and enjoyment by bullying me. Names like gook, jap, Asian boy and every Asian like insult you can think of. Look, Iv'e never done anything wrong in my life. I'm just trying to do my work and go to college. Until 10th grade when I was hassled, every-single day. The teachers did nothing, the principal did nothing; and most importantly, my friends did nothing. (wasn't like I has any friends) And I had enough. I started adopting neo-nazi styles and beliefs, I wore skinny jeans, bought a pair of black doc martens, white polo and red skinny suspenders became my everyday style. I no more sat down while kids yelled at me. I stood up and looked them in the eyes. I remember the first time I stood up for myself. I remember it so vividly, like it's a lucid dream. It was when I first turned 16, I was a sophomore. I was all-state on the baseball team, that was the only good time to relax, the whole team was white and they all loved me. But anyways, my normal bully was following me while I was late to practice. I began to get this wicked feeling, like I saw a ghost. So I began to panic, thinking alot sense the baseball field was like a half a mile away. And he just wont stop following me, he didn't talk, didn't call out to me.Maybe he was coming to apologize? no. Why would he? So I began to realize I could just clock him right in the head with my wooden bat that I never used. I stood around the corner of outside of the library. I sat their and sat until I heard him right around the corner. Just right before he turned around I turned the corner with the bat hanging down towards my feet. That was the first time I looked at him face to face. I saw his eyes, blue. He looked at me aswell, and went for his pocket. I lifted the bat up and socked him on the side of the head. The sound, the sound of a bat hitting a head. It was none like others. Not like a bat hitting a ball, like a bat hitting rock. I kept smashing his head until I saw his eye pop out his socket. Then I got scared. Very, very fucking scared. Long story short I did 10 years in prison on a mentally insane charge. Later known the kid had a 9 mm pistol on him.

When I went to jail, I felt even more pissed. I had no remorse for the man I killed. He made me do it, he was going to kill me. It was either life or death, and I chose life. But anyways, once in jail I was put with all of the loonies. These kids were mental. Not screaming padded walls mental, like sit their and watch tv static all day mental. My early days in jail were silent, I spent most of my time in my cell reading books. I was the only civil one in their! I never fought in jail. Everyday me and the crazies would go out on the basketball courts. On the other side of the courts was all of the gang members, crips, bloods, latin kings, skinhead and the rest you can think of. I would go and talk to them all of the time. Sometimes just sit their and watch them play ball and walk around. it was usually the Mexican gang members who would come and talk to me. They would tell me that I should stay in school, do my work and respect my mother. The other gangs like the bloods would come over and harass me. Crips wouldn't even come near me, they stood on the other side of the court. The rage I felt when the bloods came over was un-thoughtful. I heard the stories of the Mexican guys. How their brothers died in their arms and were stabbed 17 times. Without the tattoos their dangerous men, they earned those. I feel like jail changed me, for a good and better way. Bad way in my hate towards minorities has changed to worse to, a little worse. Good in how those Mexican gang members, what they told me I listened.

*Henry answers the phone* "Henry. My freind whatsup. How's your day"

I like the idea to go to driving school, maybe and AI controlled one. That way it will cut down people who crash into others because they think its fun.

*Hanshi wakes up mid day reminiscing about last night, the murder and the rally. He saw the rally as a great success, and he hopes to hold one next month. After watching some of the History channel and rolling a homemade cigar, he makes some tea and polishes his boots. He has nothing to do today so he decides to call up his good friend Henry. The phone rings but it goes right to the answering machine* "Henry. Hanshi. I wanted to see if you wanted to go out and discuss the rally last night. Anyways, call me back only if you wish. Peace" *He hangs up the phone and lights up his cigar while watching Brothers In War, a Vietnam documentary*

I sear clear of people who release info about mafia 3. Iv'e watched no videos on it, I just want to be surprised. And yes, I know, But any FBI informant or undercover police officer is prohibited to sell drugs or kill anybody; and Henry sold alot and killed alot. And even if he was a rat wouldn't he be in hiding? Even though he could be a rat, he was still one of my favorite characters.

*Hanshi stares at the dead body* "Yea boys. We'll take the niggers out of here for you. These idiots know who we are. *He screams* TRI-CITY!" *Hanshi hauls the the two kids and puts them in the back of the truck*

*Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hanshi repeats to himself after taking off his suit jacket and quickly putting on his doc-martens with red shoe laces. He hops into his F-150 and screams down the street heading to the city. He dosnt take any time and heads right to little italy which is close to one of the groups higher-up's house. As he halts around the corner and see's three black men confusingly looking around. He puts on his brass knuckles and parks next to the cafe as if nothing has happened and hops out of his truck. He heads inside and see's some other men, but dosnt pay attention. "What the fuck do you want asian boy" Says the black man along with his friends standing next to him. *Hanshi dosnt see any gun* "What the fuck do you want, nigga" He puts his hands out and they can clearly see the brass knuckles "Yo fuck you nigga" The black man yells *Hanshi cracks the kid in the face, cracks the other hits the other with the side of his brass knuckle. He spits on the black mans face and calls him a nigger* ((edited))

"Fuck" *Hanshi looks around to see if anybody heard him* *He turns around and runs to Gene* "Hey, my good freind. I'm gonna have to run. I am EXTREMELY sorry. Please.... call mee!" *He turns and flies out the door. He whips on his bike and starts it up* "Henry, run. I want you to fucking run. I'm grabbing the truck i'm on the fucking bike"

*Hanshi quickly pulls out his phone and see's its Henry calling. He turns to Gene* "Gene, i'm gonna have to take this. I'm very sorry to interrupt our conversation" *He swipes the i-Phones screen left. He quickly walks over to the foyer* "Henry. Hanshi. How are you"