If we stay where the storm is.
We may be broken,
But we will be made too.
We are those who are broken and shaped by the wind.
Don Cole Malo shook his head to shake off the hot feeling the cocaine had given him. Felix who was watching him laughed at him.
Bastard. Don Cole said to him as he laughed back. They both laugh out together like two madmen.
Cole spread his arms on the ears of the luxurious chair he was sitting in, staring blankly at the pile of cocaine in front of him. It was a rare moment of relaxation for him, and he was taking full advantage of it.
His brother Felix sat across from him, watching him quietly he was also dealing with the aftermaths of taking so much cocaine. After a few moments of silence, Felix spoke up.
