"I might as well introduce myself then. My name is Tyler J., and it all started when I was born. It was June 9th, 1960, in the outskirts of a a small town called Duluth, in Minnesota. I was born to a pair of shoe cobblers who had fallen onto rough times and could no longer put condoms in the family budget. I was never sent to school, instead I was taught how to make shoes in the most exceptional manner. Alas, this was not enough to ease the financial burden we were experiencing, so I walked into town to obtain work at age 9. I got a job running boxes of groceries to certain houses while also selling the shoes we made to anyone willing to buy. It was during this time wandering as a delivery/salesman that I came across young man in his 20s named Tommy DeVito, who offered me work that payed much better than my work as both a shoe salesman and a grocery deliverer combined. I took the work and at age 11 began transporting what I know know were bags of drugs to people across the city. I assume it was because the locals already knew me as a transporter of good so suspicion would be low. Tommy soon left town, wishing me well. After that some of his associates kept me employed. My parents disliked these men, but our financial situation was still in need of additional income, so I kept working with them. At age 15 I was told that I could move up in my work and decided to do so. I entered a small building at the heart of the town and began helping the people in the building with a few odd jobs that involved transporting this across the city or helping them pick up that without knowing what anyone was really doing. I eventually learned what the place was for when one day, I walked in on one of the more unscrupulous men cooking what appeared to be methamphetamine. He saw me, asking if I knew what he was doing. I didn't but he showed me the process of what he was doing, having me help put a chemical there or drop something here. He noted me as exceptionally skilled for having never made meth before, this likely due to my craftsmanship abilities from being trained by my parents. The man invited me to help him more often, and I did so, not really understanding what I was getting into. I've been informed that the meth was of suspiciously high quality for this certain maker and that, combined with other suspicious behavior of his, had him investigated after 6 months and it was found out I was making meth with him. He was removed and I took his place after it became clear that I was doing most of the work. I kept doing that for around a year, the finances of my family secured and my parents uneasily approving. Eventually I caught the attention of Tommy, who, seeing my work, recommended me to help his friend Henry Hill. Henry offered to help me out, giving me a much bigger lab, business security, and a new apartment in Chicago. At this point my parents stepped in, asking me to stop associating with these people. I had several arguments with them, culminating in me leaving and going to the city, where I am now. I've spent the last few years of my life here, supplying the most high quality meth to the city, safe in my position. Until you all busted down my door, that is." Tyler says, having not taken a breath in the entire time he spoke.