Hey folks. It’s Me, Oscar Black. The guy with the mole mask. The owner of the Red Mole. One of the many “Peaceful Supporters” of 50 Blessings. I’ve never been much of a writer. Writing was always a thing for weird people of society… But I feel like I gotta record my life and how It has gotten to this point.

I was born on August 5th 1968, in Miami Florida. My mother was a secretary, and my father was a bartender. He owned this one bar. It was called the Mole and it was In Downtown Miami. He named it this, because all males on my dad’s side of my family have a mole on their chin… Of course… I had this Mole as well. All throughout my life, I was called the Mole. I lived a normal childhood, like everyone else. My favorite color was and still is Red. Every single one of my drawings were in Red when I was a kid…

Now let’s fast forward a couple of years. I was in Senior Year of High School when The U.S. and Russia were in conflict. Whilst I was in Senior Year, One of my teachers was actually Professor Langely, or who we know as Jules. He taught classics. I always arrived to his class 1 minute late. I did this because I was busy getting high. One day, I was caught however. I was caught by two cops. One guy with a moustache, and Walter, back when he was a rookie.

My Dad wasn’t in the war, as he had to take care of the bar, and I wanted to go to college. Both my Dad and I hated the Russians for occupying Hawaii. It turns out what was shit soon became even more dark and shitty. Those Russian fucks nuked San Francisco. Eventually, the Russo-American pact happened, and the Russian Mafia was everywhere.

While the Mole was very successful, we lost customers because of the Russian Bar that opened nearby. That place was filled with Mobsters. Eventually, on April 2nd 1989, That Rat bastard, cleared the bar. I heard he kicked down the door and started shooting everyone. Eventually, the bar was closed and it turned into a Diner. My Dad was chanting in excitement on how the bar was closed, and he was saying things about the Russian Mafia. It turns out… There were Russians in the bar. My dad later went outside for a cig, and then the Russians stabbed him in the chest 3 times. His body was then dragged right next to the dumpster. I found him, and he was bleeding out. His Favorite pair of sunglasses, The one that are red, were still on him. There were no cracks on it. His last words were “The Russians… They did this…” He was about to say who did it, but before he could say it, he died. I took his glass,, and called the police. I looked at the will and it gave his Ferrari Tetsarosa to me and the bar as well. gave the bar to me. After he died… I stopped taking drugs.

Right after the funeral, I got this bright pink flyer. One about the organization 50 Blessings. I called the number on the flier, 1-786-519-3708 and I signed up later that night, after finding out about what the group is. I got a mole mask in the mail the next day. Before going on my first operation however, I changed the bar around and made the furniture red. The bar was soon renamed the Red Mole.