Short Story Of Los Santos

Los Santos: a sprawling sun-soaked metropolis full of self-help gurus, starlets and fading celebrities, once the envy of the western world, now struggling to stay afloat in an era of economic uncertainty and cheap reality TV. On a normal day Michael would wake up or come home to the normal sounds of bickering and yelling but to him it was all the same, he had seen worse, been in worse situations. Despite the brokenness of his family which was lost in money, and things like yoga and drinking kale shakes, Michael loved his family. Michael was an average sized man with black hair that he kept tidy and he liked to wear beachy clothes and had a good tan to him,he spoke with a strong new york-new jersey accent and had a hot …show more content…
He wore his hair the only way he could a bald island in the middle of his head. Where he lived, Sandy Shores, was a dry desolate place with nothing to do no one to be with. He worked as the head of his own makeshift company, Trevor Philips industries, they produced methamphetamines, marijuana and other things and owned dispensaries around Los Santos. During his free time trevor liked visiting the local night club or bar, he enjoyed talk about real things like why he is the way he is, or if he’ll ever get out of the rut he seems to be stuck in. Since Trevor, Brad, and Michael’s last job in north yankton ten years ago, where Brad had died and Michael had supposedly died as well, Trevor had been left alone. This alone is the main cause for why trevor is why he is , almost a form of PTSD you could say. One day while wasting away watching TV Trevor saw a story on the news about how some one had been robbed and the robber had left him saying “ you forget a thousand things a day, make this one of them”. Trevor new instantly what was going on he remembered how michael had always used cheesy movie lines. “Well i'll be damned”, Trevor shouted, “looks like my gold ol pal is back to play… ARGGGGH” , he shouted as he slammed the