Don Omar sits on the boat at Ellis Island, with a large group of foreigners as it rock back and forth slightly up and down from the morning waves. All different kinds of people looking for a better life in the land of the free with a hope and a dream old and young, male and female enter the foggy morning in Atlantic ocean. He looks at the person next to him, notices that he is sick from the boat ride from Puerto Rico to the states. Don thinks to himself, this is the place! “This is the place where I make money the American dollar, the American dream”. Through the mist he notices the great statue of liberty, he smiles and lights a half smoked cigar, half soaked of the mist from the dark bay of New York. The boat docks and a big rush of people crammed together from elm bow to elbow walk off the wide open boat. Don finally gets closer and closer to the Ellis Island Official, who then proceeds to ask him for his name, he replies “Don Omar”! The Official looks at him funny and then jots the name down on the book. “Okay next please, move forward sir”. Don makes his way to the streets of New York after hours of registration and loud of people talking amongst themselves. He’s amazed because he has never seen any city like this in his life, and nothing like this back home where he is from tall building of great architecture. Later that night he finds himself laying in bed in a local hotel from walking distance of the port. The phone rings. He answers the phone. “Hola, si soy bueno papa y usted? Yea uh huh okay, Ill be there". Don then hangs up the phone and proceeds to pack his stuff on what little he has and heads out the door of his hotel room and to the train station. He gets to the train station and notices it is a mad house, pack with people, he walks up to the clerk and purchases a ticket to Detroit. He jumps on the 1:05 am train to meet up with an old friend he knows back in his younger years.

  “All Aboard the train to Detroit”! The Man says in a loud voice. Don then grabs his bags and walks onto the train, tired and drained from all the traveling he has done. Don then sits down next to a little old lady and then proceeds to lean back and snooze for little bit. Don then wakes up 6 hours later and notices he is the next stop from Detroit, Motor City. Don grabs his bags as the train comes to a complete stop. The Doors open. He walks out and looks for his friend. He sees Skeet, sitting there smoking a cigarette while smirking as he see's the face of an old friend. "Oh man I haven't see you in years", says Skeet. "Look at you we need to get a you in to some nice cloths a suit for God sakes papa".

  Skeet then leads Don to his car and they both drive off. He drives Don to a nice tailor in New York, one of the finest in the city not the best but one of the best for a great price of name brand Italian suits. Don gets messured up and fitted for a few suits, because it was time to make money and to present  himself in a good and respectful manor. "Look at me mein, I look good! This is class I tell you, how much are these suits?" Don says in a serious voice. "For you papa free"! I got this for you papa, I told you I'd get you started, there a few people I want you to meet later." says Skeet. Don looks at him a smirks. "Okay lets do this then."

Enjoy!

>Skeet and Don leave the tailor in Detroit. "Now Don your going to meet this fello by the name Castiel, he's good people little loco, but knows the in and outs of moving product." As Skeet explains moving he's hand on the steering wheel ten and two, with a cigarette in his mouth as it just rest above his lower lip as it bobs up and down like it may fall out. Don listens as he knows this can be a big break for him, this is why he came to America for the money, drugs and women. "Aye papa, don't you think I'm going to need a piece?" Don says seriously. "Like a gun?" Skeet looks at him and smirks. "Where you think we are going now, we need to get you protected with some fire power, you can't run the streets moving coca if you don't get the right protection." Skeets say sarcastically. Don laughs like he knew what skeet was saying, in which he did. They pull up to this nice Cuban restaurant on 47th street and main. The tires skreetch to a stop in the parking lot. They both get and slam the doors of the vehicle and proceed to the front doors of this nice establishment. When they walk in, they both see Castiel sitting at a table with his beautiful wife talking loud and screaming into a phone that was placed and hung up on the wall,just him and his certain customers "Me vale verga!" he says loudly as he slams the phone down. "Ahh Skeet qué bola asere, is this Don you were telling me about? Sit down the both of you, Milena move let these two gentlemen sit." As Cas leans back in his chair with his drink in his hands slightly up to he's shoulders. "Now Skeet tells me you need a cuete? Cas says to Don. "Yes papa, I'm looking for a small piece that I can walk around the streets with nothing major right now". Cas looks at him and leans in 9 mm, Good enough?" Cas says with a hesitation. "because I can get you something bigger pa?" Cas smiles informing Don he is the man to see for fire. Don then thinks to himself and responds. "That will do! You have a few boxes of bullets as well?" Cas laughs. "What you think I'm doing selling guns with no bullets, you will be surprised what I have in the back, now that's a stupid question to ask Don. Don then smiles and says "How much?". Cas says "This one is for you, I see your good friends with Skeet, its on the house, but if you come back looking for more, I will indeed charge." says Cas. "I am a working man with kids to feed, everything in this life isn't free but today is your lucking day and I'm feeling generous." Cas says to Don. "Of course Cas and thank you I will remember this, let me get a drink". Don then smiles and gets up and walks to the bar to order a drink

Second part of Part one

Skeet and Don leave the tailor in Detroit. "Now Don your going to meet this fello by the name Castiel, he's good people little loco, but knows the in and outs of moving product." As Skeet explains moving he's hand on the steering wheel ten and two, with a cigarette in his mouth as it just rest above his lower lip as it bobs up and down like it may fall out. Don listens as he knows this can be a big break for him, this is why he came to America for the money, drugs and women. "Aye papa, don't you think I'm going to need a piece?" Don says seriously. "Like a gun?" Skeet looks at him and smirks. "Where you think we are going now, we need to get you protected with some fire power, you can't run the streets moving coca if you don't get the right protection." Skeets say sarcastically. Don laughs like he knew what skeet was saying, in which he did.

They pull up to this nice Cuban restaurant on 47th street and main. The tires skreetch to a stop in the parking lot. They both get and slam the doors of the vehicle and proceed to the front doors of this nice establishment. When they walk in, they both see Castiel sitting at a table with his beautiful wife talking loud and screaming into a phone that was placed and hung up on the wall,just him and his certain customers "Me vale verga!" he says loudly as he slams the phone down. "Ahh Skeet qué bola asere, is this Don you were telling me about? Sit down the both of you, Milena move let these two gentlemen sit." As Cas leans back in his chair with his drink in his hands slightly up to he's shoulders. "Now Skeet tells me you need a cuete? Cas says to Don. "Yes papa, I'm looking for a small piece that I can walk around the streets with nothing major right now". Cas looks at him and leans in 9 mm, Good enough?" Cas says with a hesitation. "because I can get you something bigger pa?" Cas smiles informing Don he is the man to see for fire. Don then thinks to himself and responds. "That will do! You have a few boxes of bullets as well?" Cas laughs. "What you think I'm doing selling guns with no bullets, you will be surprised what I have in the back, now that's a stupid question to ask Don. Don then smiles and says "How much?". Cas says "This one is for you, I see your good friends with Skeet, its on the house, but if you come back looking for more, I will indeed charge." says Cas. "I am a working man with kids to feed, everything in this life isn't free but today is your lucking day and I'm feeling generous." Cas says to Don. "Of course Cas and thank you I will remember this, let me get a drink". Don then smiles and gets up and walks to the bar to order a drink.

To Be Continued...