Just six months ago, Leo was scraping barnacles off yachts in the marina for pennies. Now, he owned three of them. The music soared, mirroring the montage of his recent life:
He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white. The synth-pop beat grew faster, louder, filling his ears until it was the only thing left in the universe. He was walking the razor's edge, just like the song promised. Scarface (Push It To The Limit) MP3
Silk shirts, gold chains, and a penthouse overlooking the world he had conquered. Just six months ago, Leo was scraping barnacles
Countless sleepless nights cutting deals in smoke-filled backrooms. Just six months ago