[classic swim]

- Escuela of The Streets. • 2008 Manny believes the only fix to keep drugs away from the community is hiring someone else to kill the drug dealers for you.

... • 2008 Niko Bellic doesn’t appreciate being put on camera.

“See, it's the streets man, but people gotta understand the struggles... for real, you know what I'm saying?” - Manny Escuela

... • 2008 Mallorie had a childhood friend from South Bohan for Niko to meet - - Manny Escuela. Did time for gangbanging and realized reforming was a profitable hustle on its own. He runs the local Community Center.

- Action/Reaction (cont...) • 2008 The moment Klebitz saw that horse, he knew it was a Serbian that killed Jason and not the Angels. The lifelong friendship of Klebitz & Grey was dying before their very eyes... and somewhere in the middle was this gross lapdog named Brian.

- Action/Reaction. • 2008 Billy uses Jason’s death as an opportunity to shoot up the AOD clubhouse and steal a couple million dollars worth of heroin.

... • 2008 “The Almighty forgives, Johnny. The Lost dont.” - Billy Grey

... • 2008 Ray Boccino has been brought into frame. Despite being capo for Alderney mafia, Ray himself is quite popular over in Little Italy and St. Mark’s. He’s helped Lost bikers from time to time... in this instance, selling artillery to Billy Grey.

“Johnny the Jew - how the hell are you? Do me a favor - help keep this degenerate out of jail, alright, at least until he's paid me.” - Ray Boccino

Do you put whip cream on it?

Got wasted and passed out. Feel a knot between my heart and the internal doors of my asshole.

- No. 1 (cont...) • 2008 Niko earns 1st place rather flawlessly. Brucie gifts Niko the Comet as a token of gratitude. The two agree to stay good pals and enjoy the fine virtues of bling, only without the roid-induced hitwork.

- No. 1. • 2008 Niko’s embracing the fast life with Brucie by gearing up for a race. Brucie had a luxury yellow Comet from his boy Stevie.

Niko: I’m an immigrant, and a hired gun, and you’re a steroid junkie, but we get along. Brucie: We’re winners, man. Fucking winners.