The neon grid of the city bled into the rain-slicked asphalt of Ocean Drive as Leo shifted the stick into fourth gear. His white Countach roared, hungry for the open stretch of the causeway. On the passenger seat sat a bulky, silver cassette player. He clicked the play button.
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
Watching his rivals back down as his territory expanded across the coast. The neon grid of the city bled into
He pressed the accelerator harder. The digital speedometer climbed past 100. He felt invincible, a king reigning over a kingdom of neon and vice. He was living the Scarface dream, and this MP3 was his soundtrack. He clicked the play button