Rings decorated his knuckles, his gold buckle blinged in the sun. His hair and mustache were always well kept, this man reeked wealth. He was your business rival, but you were nothing like him. You were humble and had a small ranch outside of the city. You hated him with all your passion.

He always made sure to make you feel like nothing, although you were in the same business. You rode in your moonshine wagon into Saint Denis, pulling into the back of the building. But there was someone already there…

“Well well well….if it isn’t…” he looked you up and down “…you…”