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SNOWING IN BALI

What made this worse was that the boom was set to fly to Singapore. Now it would be a huge job to get the coke out and repack it in a new boom, minus the stolen grams and the stuff mixed with aluminium shavings. Rafael picked Narco up from his hotel and spent Christmas Day tearing around Bali, hunting for Sparrow. He didn't find him. Sparrow had gone to the airport hours before his flight to hide out.

Rafael was chasing me like a cat catching a mouse, 'Where's Sparrow, fuck him,' fed up with me. All that day he was looking for me; he ran looking for me in a lot of places, couldn't find me, then took Narco to the airport. Narco told me on the aeroplane, 'Rafael's very fed up with you.' I was fed up with Rafael, too. If I saw him, maybe I want to fight him — want to punch him. He was angry but he had a lot of money in his pocket. I was angry and no money. I was bankrupt. I knew it was going to make trouble for Rafael, but fuck him.

When I arrive in Brazil he says all the time on the internet, 'You better watch out, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you,' all the time, 'I'm going to kill you.' I say, 'Ah, you're going to kill me . . . Remember you have family here, your father, your mother . . . I like them, but don't talk too much because even if I can't get you, I'm going to get your family.' Nobody's good all the time. I'm not perfect. If I have to kill someone, then I would do it. I was fucking crazy.

There is not too strong friends in this business, in drugs. We think we are, but any trouble we have, all the friendship's gone. We become enemies.

- Sparrow

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