The Yellow Suited Man

The yellow suited man was born on August 4, 1973. His original birth name was Yamaichi Winton Tithing. You can see why I refer to him as the Yellow suited man. Anyway, He grew up with a poor family with little money and never got to go to college. He had one sibling, a twin in fact. Though the yellow suited man was very casual, his brother seemed to like dressing up. His father tended to beat him a lot. The poor boy decided to keep a chart on his father’s beating times. According to the data, his dad seemed to beat him most during the evening and morning and less in the afternoon. His father tended to spank him at lunchtime. The total count of beatings was 385 per year. It was interesting data. Let me share with you a story from the yellow-suited man’s child hood. Let’s look shall we?

"Father, I was wondering...What would you like for Christmas?"‘Nothing from you, you disgusting filthy worm. Anything you touch is worthless. Idiot, why wold you think I’d want something from you?"
"Well, you’d want something for me if a giant troll captured you and told you the only way he would set you free is if you give him one on my things."
"NO, if a giant troll captured me and told me that, I’d just steal one of your things."
"But the troll has you"
"Then I’d tell Jack to steal something from you and give it to me."
"The troll has captured Jack too."
"Then I’d die." The yellow guy’s father stalked back into the house where The Yellow suited man’s brother greeted him.
"Father, is there anything in particular you would want for Christmas?""Oh look at you, so thoughtful. Think I’d like a new beer mug. You think you could get one for me?"
"Sure father." The father smiled to himself, then continued through the kitchen into his bedroom.
"Hello, honey. Christmas’ comin’ up. I’m buying Jack a new fancy suit as a present. Very pricey as well, been saving up all year long."
"What are you getting for Yamaichi?"
"Yamaichi? What’s that, some species of potato."
"That’s your son!""It is? Oh, I thought his name was Jack."
"Our other son."
"You mean that dirty kid that hangs around here all the time. Oh, I thought he was some homeless guy. What’s his name again? Marshmallow?"
"Yamaichi. How does marshmallow have anything to do with Yamaichi?"
"Well, Yamaichi is like Yams and some people like to eat marshmallows with yams." The Yellow suited man’s father’s wife gave him a look of disgust. "Oh, well okay. I’ll give him my old Jacket. He’ll take it, doesn’t have a coat yet."
"Good."
The yellow suited man’s father shut off the light then took out a cell phone. He dialed a number.
"Hello, this is Logan’s exquisite wine and beer slop shop bringing you alcoholic beverages 24/7. Would like to place an order?"
"Yes, I’d like a keg of beer please. Deliver I to my house at 754 Jasper drive."
"Okay sir, that’ll be $345.99. Have your cash ready when we arrive. Thank you for ordering beer or wine from Logan’s exquisite wine and beer slop shop. Have a nice night."
Time went by and Christmas grew nearer. Both boys were excited about getting things. See they were both greedy, they like getting drunk as well. Anyway, Christmas came and the Yellow suited man opened his present. It was a cardboard box wrapped in newspaper. As he ripped off the paper and opened the box. He pulled out a partly torn, yellow, rain jacket.
"Err...Thanks dad." The yellow suited man faked a smile.
"Your welcome slob son. Now, Jack, open yours!" Jack wrapped off the wrapping paper of his gift. It was bright red with pictures of fake beards on it. The box was dark green with ribbon and cloth. Inside the box, was a wonderful suit folded nicely to fit exactly into the container.
"It’s purple! I like blue suits!!""Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t know son. I’ll try to get it right next time. As for you..." the yellow suited man’s father turned to the yellow suited man,
‘You’re going to get whipped!""Why!""Because you didn’t buy me a gift!""But you said you didn’t want a gift!"
"You should’ve got me one anyway!" The man took out a belt and beat the yellow suited man.

Okay, now you know this story from the yellow-suited man’s childhood. Let’s get on with his biography.
The yellow-suited man never married, but he served in the military for ten years. After those years he became a drunk’in alcoholic and lived out in the streets of San Francisco Gambling all the money he earned. I will now share with you the exact events in which he became one of Hetty’s top men. For a little while anyway.

"I’ll bet 3000 dollars that the blue horse, there wins!""The blue one? Nah, the red one’s gonna win. But hey, if you wanna bet, I’ll bet. 30000 it is! I hope you can pay up Yamaichi ‘cause you’re gonna have to!" These two men sat in the metal seats of a horse race arena. The yellow suited man had just bet 3000 dollars. Now, there usually would be no problem with this except that it’s rather risky. However, in this case there was. The yellow suited man had only 40 dollars.... Total. You know what I hate about horse races? Okay, you probably don’t, anyway, what I hate is that they race horses. Horses are so typical. Why don’t they race something more exotic, like...ostriches, or zebras? In fact, I’d even enjoy watching an elephant race.
"And the Red Horse is the Winner! Thank you for coming here today and be sure to show up for the next race, next month. Bye folks!"
"Yahoo! I won Yemmy! Hand over the money!"
‘Oh, Yeah, sure, I will but...He, he...there’s one problem. See I don’t exactly have the money right now. I’ll get it to you as soon as possible but...I---"
‘You don’t have the money?"
"NO""Listen here, bozo! I betted you and you have to pay up! Give me the money right now or be prepared for a black eye. You’ll have so many hospital bills, it’ll add up to way more than 3000 dollars!""But I don’t’ have the money!""Then get a loan, I don’t care, just Gimme the money!" The large man rolled up his sleeves and curled his hand into a fist, then grabbed the yellow-jacketed man’s jacket.
"Please don’t hurt me. But don’t get any dirt on my Jacket either. It’s very special to me you know!"
"To Bad!" The man drew his arm back aiming a punch at the yellow-jacketed man when he was knocked off his feet by a tennis racket. A tall man with brown hair and a graybeard walked in between the two men.
"Does everything always have to end in violence? Tisk, Tisk" The man slurped a mouthful of his slurpee which he held in his right hand. In his left hand he held a large burrito filled with steak and dripping with sauce.
"You know, I used to love violence when I was younger. Do you love violence young man?" Hetty (For that’s who he was. You may not have recognized him for he was quite younger than the one you know) looked towards yellow-suited man.
"Err...no sir. I just didn’t have enough money to pay off the bet I made with that man over there."
"Ah, I see. Well, seeing that you have completely run out of money, I was wondering if you’d wok for me. You’ve got decent muscles and a reasonable sized brain. How ‘bout it, you won’t be paid but I’ll give you food and board and’ll give you most of the things you want. In fact, if you want, I’ll pay you. All I ask in return, is that you remain loyal to me and help me when I need help. I will pay off all your debt; I’m rich. Deal?"
"Deal," the yellow suited man held out his hand and Hetty grasped it hard. They shook.
And so the yellow suite man became an employee of Hetty. He has helped the tall man in many schemes and has often operated guns in Hetty’s command. However, even after the Moment I just wrote about above, the man still decided tog o against Hetty and try to overrun him. I assure you, He will not succeed.

P.S. This Document has been written by Nicholas Makara. Did you know the Yellow-suited man ends up robbing Mr. Williams of Mr. Booras’ giant fish?