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EPILOGUE

Rafael

The busts that kept happening were a constant confirmation to Rafael that he had done the right thing. Despite not being able to splash out on a Rolex or a brand new car, he felt happier than ever.

Friends say, 'Now you are a different person, you are the real Rafael. Before you have something evil. Even your eyes are different now. I hear a lot, 'Oh Rafael . . . man, you look so different, I don't know why but you look very nice.' Now, actually I'm fit again, I go to the beach every day, I surf, you know . . . I can socialise in normal places, I can have straight friends, I can talk about normal business.

In the end, after all the glamour, I don't feel proud. I try to forget this shit. Because I don't think it's cool. I poison people here with this shit just for money, nothing else. Poison people, fuck families, even make people die from overdose. I like to show off in that time. For what?

Now, I have different value for life. I don't wanna have a nice car, I don't wanna have a gold necklace, I don't wanna go to five-star hotels. My goal now is to have a job, get money to raise my kids, working as a surf instructor, have a quiet, normal life. And try to show the new generation that's not a good choice. That's the thing now in my heart.

When I see young guys coming to Bali, to meet me to try to do some drug business, they look at me with shining eyes. They think I have

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