June 5th 1995, I arrived to a city named Angel City (English term for Los Angeles). I got out of a plane, carrying pretty much nothing but 5 day worth of clothing and worthless junk. So this is it, much better....*cough* than Sunset City. Damn, I wish Nick was here just to see this. Much more sunny than back home, but this is my home now, nothing else to compare. So I will start off by wandering off into the downtown of AC. I crossed a dockyard, I figured if I can find a food truck or something that I can eat other than airplane food. I looked over my shoulder, and I heard a conversation and I'd better check it out. "Hey, sorry ill get you your money I swear!." "You fucking piece of shit, you didn't payed me for 2 months." Later, I managed to have a peek across the fence, "don't hurt me please!" "Enough!" Then he pushed him over the trash can. I figured out that he was in trouble, so I hopped over the fence and started engaging him. "Hey who are you !?" "You dont need to know, now leave him alone." So he started to hit me with his tyre iron, with some martial arts training I managed to get the whole of the tyre iron and started beating the crap out of him. He fell onto the ground, "you will pay for this!"
He ran away, I pulled him up and ask who he is. "I am Paul Davidson, a lawyer. I owed him a lot of money in compensation to me not able to support his gang vice-boss and payed him the money I owned, pretty much I was a drug addict." I asked if I can get his number as if I was to ever get caught, he can help me out. "Hey, I gotta get going. Be safe alright?" So he drove to his home while it was evening. I went to the nearby hotel with a decent rate of 4.1 stars, got some sleep and decides what the hell am I going to do in life. "I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid, but now they dont fly to the moon anymore." I should probably follow Nick's advice as to sell cocaine and not get high from it. But I lack any experience in making the profitable drug.
When I woke up the next morning, I called Paul. "Hey man, good?" "yeah, yeah...." "Whats the problem?" "Well I am in deep trouble." "What kind of trouble?" "I will talk more about it at my office." So he gave me his address and I went to his office not too far from the hotel. I got into a crossfire between the 2 gangs of Red Wolves and Cash Rollers. They kept shooting and shooting. I managed to get into cover and sneaked off to downtown. When I managed to reach his building, I went to the reception, "Paul Davidson?" "Yeah he is in, just go up the elevator and you will see his office." So I went into the elevator to his office, I knocked on the door to see if he is there, after knocking few more times I had enough. I went in there to find him sleeping. I shook him and he wasnt waking up. I checked his pulse and he was alive. I grabbed his paperweight and slammed it into the desk. "JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? Anyways I got into some trouble with the god damn mafia." "Mafia?" "Yeah the Siciliano Family, they are dangerous man. I owed them the cash from the cocaine I got from them. Will you help me?" "So you're saying I should make cocaine to help you? Seriously I had no experience in making these dangerous drugs." "Go ask the dealers, they will tell you how to make cocaine in one condition that you wont sell the cocaines you make.".
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So I left the building, waited untill dusk and walked into an alley. There was a hooded guy, which I found out he was a drug dealer. "Hey, you dealin drugs?" "Who asking?" "Tommy Venturas" "I heard of you, from Sunset City. Come come I have some drugs for you." So I followed him to the door that he unlocked to a room. "So I am here to know how you make these cocaine." "Hmmmm, I don't always give recipies on making these narcotics, but since I know who u are. I will give you a recipie from a notebook I wrote." So he went to his room where he have random shit. I waited for 15 minutes and he finally came out. "Here, the recipie for the cocaine." "Sure, heres 20k in cash for the recipie." I shooked his hand and heard sirens. "Oh shit, ITS THE COPS." "Damn I don't have any weapons." "Here take this! Its an M9." "Neat, lets go." We both hid by the door, when the police came. He shot him in the head. We went out and shots fired at the police, we injured 2 of them and killed 3. We went out of the alley way, figuring out that if we split ways. The police will have a harder time to catch both of us. I ran to a diner, stole a bike and started riding my way outta here. I reached the hotel, I quickily went to the bush to dispose my weapon and went up to my hotel room. "Jeez. that was awfully dangerous." Since then I started reading and learning how to make cocaine.
All chapter's release date: 15 june
