Sapo was always Sapo. Arrogant, good with words, aggressive, oh and a drug dealer. He worked for a man named Scara who was considered a god in the streets of the Bronx New York. Sapo tried to keep you out of it but you could always tell when he was lying. You feared the trouble he get in while working under Scara, but your love for him led you to believe his lies like a fairytale. You had to. For the baby he still didn’t know about.