I woke up, opened up my curtains and walked out onto my balcony 94 floors up, all I saw was fog and cloud over the city. I stood there thinking about everything I have done with my life, and I felt proud. I then noticed that for the city that never sleeps it seemed to be too quiet. I guess it was just one of those days that everyone stayed home and slept late. As I was about to get ready for my morning boxing class I heard a knocking at the door, it was my bodyguard/right hand man, Big Al. He was the closest thing I had to family, I have known him almost all my life, and we were always friends throughout high school. If it wasn’t for him I probably would not be where I was today, running one of the largest drug trades in the world. He told me I better get ready I have a meeting with the head of my drug trade in Columbia. Lately there hasn’t been as much production as I wanted. So I would have to do the usual “talk” to them, which included beating the s*** out of them. It wasn’t easy running one of the largest drug trades in the world, a lot of killing and just violence on the daily. I went to my pool on the rooftop to do my usual laps, then I went off to my boxing class. I don’t want to be one of those drug lords that isn’t in shape and cannot fight his own battles. So I went to my boxing trainer in my boxing ring that I had put in the middle of my gym, another guy who I can always trust is my boxing trainer. His name was Carlos, before Carlos was my trainer he was the number one mixed martial arts and boxing champ in the world. He taught me everything he knows, my goal is to one day finally kick his ass. After our two-hour session I took him to breakfast. I was in a good mood that morning so I let him choose one of my cars to go to breakfast with. He picked the Lamborghini Reventon, a good choice but not compared to what I chose, my new favorite car, the Bugatti Vitesse. We raced all the way to breakfast. My favorite place in the whole world to get breakfast is Vermont, so there we went. We sat over looking a beautiful lake while we ate delicious, mouthwatering pancakes. It was kind of a long drive, about an hour because we were going over 180mph almost the whole way there. And coming back, the scenery was out of this world. We were cruising side by side on the high way with beautiful nature all around us. A cop then tried to pull us over so I had one of my cops on payroll to call him off which was pretty easy. Once that was out of the way we headed back to my apartment. When I was in the shower and getting ready to go to Columbia, I kept asking myself, “What is something I have done in my life that I am proud? Am I proud of being the head of one of the largest drug trades in the world?” I kept thinking of all the different people’s lives that have been ruined because of my product. But I quickly shook it off and cleared my head and went off to the airport. On the way to the airport I couldn’t help but close my eyes and start to think about my life again. What would my life be like if I didn’t take this path? And wouldn’t have ten bodyguards with automatic weapons at all times. If all of my clothing didn’t have to be bullet proof, always try to keep a low profile from the government of pretty much every country in the world. Would I have a wife, kids, a giant family and an ordinary life, would I be happy. When I got to my private hanger at the airport I saw my best friend Max standing on the top of the steps of my private 747. That immediately cheered me up, I have known Max longer than anyone else in this world, and we met in elementary school, we would always have each other’s backs for the rest of our lives. He took a completely different path he owns a chain of custom car shops all around the U.S., he has a lovely wife, nice kids, finically well off, and not on the FBI’s top ten most wanted list. I haven’t see him in a couple of months. The last time I saw him was when we made a deal that I would give him huge clients that would want crazy customs cars if he brought my drugs hidden is his cars when they are being delivered. On the way there it felt like old times were laughing about all the crazy s*** we did together as kids, the more we talked the closer I realized he his my family. That’s when it hit me that is what I am missing in life a partner someone I can always count on, someone who I can tell anything and feel comfortable with, and oh yeah who is extremely good looking. When we landed I noticed most of Columbia’s army was here to guide and protect me the whole time I was here, I met up with Pedro the head my drug trade for Columbia, I told him to take a ride with me, just the two of us. I explained to him you need to bump up production. I gave him a threat probably made him piss his pants, but that’s what you have to do to make sure your employee’s are afraid of you so they have respect for you. The rest of the day I spent at my villa, I sat down in my hammock, and thought about if I want to continue down this role, if I don’t how to I just stop being on the most wanted men on the planet. When I opened my eyes it was dark it felt like 30 minutes but it ended being hours, then I realized what I am going to do best the only thing I could do be a ruthless criminal. My goal was to become the largest, most profitable, feared drug lord the world has ever known. Then I heard a loud ringing noise, it wouldn’t shut off, then shouting it sounded like my moms voice “Pablo, Pablo get up for school honey you are late”. That was a dream I had when I was little kid and didn’t know I was going to become the most famous drug lords of all time Pablo Escobar.