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.
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. Scarface (Push It To The Limit) MP3
Silk shirts, gold chains, and a penthouse overlooking the world he had conquered. He pressed the accelerator harder