Cj walked down the busy city street, a cigarette was pressed firmly between his lips and his hands were burried deep into his black dress pants which matched the expensive black suit he had dawned. He had always been draped in black, but dressed nicely and professionally as a business man would. He was, infact, a simple business man. He ran a lot of the major weight in LA, maybe not as much as his own bosses, but enough to make a name for himself in the underworld. He had been doing so many runs, and so much work lately that he hadn't had much time to himself at all. It had been all about the money lately, piles of money, stacks of money that were taller than he was. It was like a dream come true, his success in such a crooked business was slowly allowing him to climb to the top of the food chain. He had made his own boss quite proud, or atleast he thought as such.

As Cj walked down the street, he passed tons of different people, in this crowd he was nothing but another person. Perhaps they thought of him as a successful legit business man by the attire he was wearing... or maybe, since it was becoming more apparent that the dress code of the mob had become suits, and professional get ups, maybe he was seen as a mobster himself. It didn't seem this way, as many passer-bys didn't even think twice to look back at him. So what was a mobster now a-days? A simple business man like himself? A stone cold killer? He hadn't been faced with such an obstacle yet, the act of taking someones life would only come into play if he absolutely had to. He saw no reason to take another persons life without real reason, even if he carried a gun around with him all the time.

Cj sat down upon a public bench and sprawled his arms out, he let his head fall backward and he stared up at the beautiful blue sky. The sun was shining down with its brilliant golden light, warming his face and whole body. A cool breeze left his long blonde locks dancing in the wind, and he took one last drag of his cigarette and flicked it into some nearby grass.

"What a beautiful... boring day..."