The History of Jason Goldstien



New York City –09:51am– 2013-05-28



Jason Goldstien has finally returned home from quite an eventful night. He had killed a man, for the first time in his life he had killed a man. After the initial shock the vomiting had subsided and he was now free to sit on his couch and try to forget.

This was not going to be an easy task. This is a big thing to happen in anyone’s life including a petty car thief like his. Now on reflection though the ideas of forgetting are impossibly unrealistic, how can anyone forget such an event? I bet Andrew Cundy has though Goldstien thinks to himself as he lights up a smoke. Cundy had showed no emotion nor remorse for what had happened tonight. He had definitely done this before. I guess the stories of Cundy’s business with the Ancelotti crime family are a little more than stories.

Now it is done and there is faith that he will never get caught for what he has done, Goldstien has to admit the slight rush of adrenaline he had felt when his closed his eyes and pulled that trigger, ending a life of another man. Or course he would have preferred for none of this to happen, before tonight he wasn’t a killer, he was a guy just trying to make a living anyway he could.



The Early Years



Goldstien’s life of crime had started at the tender age of 15 years old. Back then wasn’t jacking cars or anything of that sort. No back then it was strictly the lunch money of his fellow Roosevelt High School students, he once had a run in with fellow student and now famous radio host Howard Stern. Stern had refused to hand over his lunch money to Goldstien and ran away escaping the inevitable ground and pound he would have received. Luckily for Stern he had an English teacher on his side who stepped in front for Goldstien just as he was taking chase. The next time Goldstien clapped eyes on Stern was at lunch a few hours later. Stern was walking out of the cafeteria with a tray full of food, food bought with the money Goldstien had missed out on earlier. He waited patiently for Stern to sit down at a table before making his move. He was going to ruin this guy’s lunch, one way or another. Sliding onto the bench next to Stern Goldstien throws an elbow into his lunchtime victim’s ribs. Stern moans in pain as Goldstien then grabs him by the head slamming his face into his plate for Mac and Cheese.


Goldstien: Hope you enjoy your lunch you little sh#t. Next time I ask for your money you give me it.


Goldstien releases Stern’s head from the warm mac and cheese and gets up leaving the future radio personality with tears rolling down his face and cheese in his scraggily hair.

Goldstien’s first experience of car theft came year or so after the events that took place in that school. He had become friends with an older kid on the block, Michael Giamaniti. It had been Giamaniti who had showed Goldstien that the life of crime could be extremely profitable, especially if you knew the right people. They spent the entire summer wandering the street of Manhattan together, working in teams pick pocketing tourists and locals alike. In one day on Liberty Island they made $600 each, a risky move in hindsight as if they were caught they really had nowhere to run to. There was no chance of them ever getting caught though, by this point they were too good. They could take someone’s belongings off of their person with such precision that they would have counted there takings and celebrated their success before the victim had known they were missing anything. It was during these times that Goldstien had expressed the desire to save up his takings to buy himself a car. A statement his friend had found quite hilarious.


Giamaniti: Are you kidding? Don’t waste your hard work on a dodgy rust bucket. Not when you can have a new car each week if you really want.



Goldstien’s ears pricked up at the sound of these words. The duo then set about on the adventure’s of joyriding all the stolen cars they could get their hands on. In these early days Giamaniti did the majority of the driving but Goldstien used to sit in the passenger seat smoking a cigarette laughing and joking with his friend who was becoming quickly more like family, a brother he never had, showing him how to not only survive in this world but to survive with a smile on your face.



Who was Michael Giamanti



Michael Giamaniti was of Italian-American decent. He grew up in Queens with his father Franco and mother Lucia. Franco was a good honest man although unfortunately he found hard times financially when he lost his job at the docks. After this because of his age he found it very hard to find a job and his life spiraled into a dark period of alcoholism and gambling, his wife stood by him and helped him in every way a devoted wife and love one would. There would be many nights when Michael would see his farther slumped in his chair a drunken mess. His mother would be answering the door to all the debt collectors chasing up Franco for his unpaid bills and gambling debts. It was due to one of these debts that Michael’s life would turn on its head and be changed forever.

One day Franco and Lucia had taken Michael out for dinner at their favorite diner. Michael had been lucky on the horses the previous week and decided to treat his son for his tenth birthday. They sat and enjoyed the perfect family dinner, Michael had a rack of rib’s you could die for. They left the diner a little after 8 pm. They were fully of joy and laughed together as they walked the 3 blocks home. This is the best birthday I have ever had Michael thought to himself. They joyous times were short lived unfortunately as a passing car slowed to an almost stop next to them.

“Run Michael” Franco shouted as he grabbed his wife pushing her to the ground and coving her body from any harm.

Michael did run but as he did he could hear his mothers scream’s being drowned out by the sound of sun shots. He stops and turns in time to see the hand holding the pistol disappear back into the car before it sped off into the distance. Michael returned to his family and lay with his fallen father and critically injured mother them hugging them until he felt his mother’s heart beat slow to a stop.

They were gone.

Michael having no family from this point on in his life was all alone. In panic he left his parents on the sidewalk as the sound of siren could be heard in the distance. Michael just ran, ran as fast as he could, the rain pouring down onto his young head mixing with the tears of hurt he is now feeling, and will be feeling forever more.

After hearing that story from Giamaniti, Goldstein could not believe this person he was running around having fun with was that same poor child. You can easily see the tough task of survival had help Michael forget the hurt and concentrate on looking forward.

Goldstien did hear later in life that Michael had been shot and fatally wounded at the hands of the some loan sharks. It is believed that Giamaniti had discovered the murders of his parents and went and found them all guns blazing. Due to being out numbered his shooting spree did not last long.

At least he is back with his family, Goldstien remembers thinking to himself.



Back to Present Day.



Goldstien is still sat in his home with his smoke thinking of the bloodied corpse of his victim. He begins to say a prayer that he never gets caught. This shooting makes him think back to his old friend Michael and the fear he had that one day he would experience anything as harrowing as his young friend had to with the death of his parents in such a brutal manner. That fear had subsided now and was replaced by the fear that one day his own son Jacob would have to witness something so harrowing.

Goldstien heads upstairs and into his son’s room. He site on the edge of the 7 year old Jacob’s bed and just looks at him. A tear begins to form in the corner of his eye as he thinks of his son ever being put in that sort of situation, all because of him, because of mistake he has made. Goldstien bends down and kisses Jacob on the head and gets up and leaves the room. As he closes the door there is a flash of lightning outside and masked hooded figure can be seen only for that split second.



Reporting back to his Master


The Apprentice : Master, I have his fear. Should we begin right away?

Nightmare : No my Apprentice, I am still preparing for my battle on Monday Night, but soon.

The Apprentice :What is your current thought’s on… is it Austin, Richards and Shocker.

Nightmare : I cannot see any troubles with regards to these specimens. Now leave me to prepare my apprentice, we will continue on with the Goldstien nightmare shortly.

The Apprentice : Yes Master.



The Beginning of a Nightmare.


Jason Goldstien lies asleep in his bed, his wife is next to him. Rain batters down on the window but nothing will awake them from their perfect deep sleep. All thoughts of the murder have flooded out of his mind. He is safe in bed where nobody can hurt him. There is a loud crack of thunder followed by a flash of lightning. A small voice can be heard from another room. A small scared voice trembling through its words..

“Mommy, Daddy, Mommy, Daddy”

To Be Continued…