Long live the Star Syndicate and happy belated birthday to Starberry. I still remember when I met him in a dark alley. He gave me the keys to his Lamborghini and told me to run.
He had a reputation to protect and one day it would be my turn. When it was time to pay the piper I thought Starberry would be there to pay. He didn’t disappoint. He always was a gentleman. Even after my time on the street. Starberry always had time for his friends. Sometimes they’d be late to meet for drinks because Starberry was there taking care of a friend.
Sometimes Starberry’s friends looked at him like he was in a cult. They only understood his ways when it was too late. I remember one guy who said he would never do something as stupid as a man like Starberry. That was until he ended up with no face. It’s funny the things we do when the going gets tough.