I first met Victor Cayro in a hot summer in 1997. We were beautiful, broke teenagers without a care in the world.
He was the brains of the operation and I was caught in the endless reflections of his beautiful eyes. A life of wanton violence and drug use followed, only
to end in a beautiful climax that involved Victor Cayro shooting me, personally, in the chest and killing me.

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