The Syndicate...

The night out in town was epic the feeling of being around friends who you have a bond with. Loyalty has never been a question for this men as it would seem distance doesn’t count for the trust which they have for each other.

A toast was raised by Mavrick the ginger of the whole spice blend. Huge spoken and witty words when you need him to be. Soft at heart and dedicated to a cause, wise words were spoken on that day a replica of the day the met Thor thought wise words which came out from a man who he knew he could be friends with.

A toast to Taurk we love you men and its been two years since the exit from purgatory. The veil was of their eyes and the sun shines so bright the future remained a spectacle to behold tumblers clashed. Taurk was elated in his huge nature towering above every other he was grateful.

A kick from Apollo and a big splash in the water and Taurk was in the all laughed as the nimble fitted man Apollo had made an encore entrance to the scene of things the arrival of activities had begun drinking commenced the life of the party had showed his face. Cigar in hand and a boyish pony tail to out fox the ladies at their own.

Mother fucker Dez chanted and hugs were exchanged his friend for years gone. Dez an equally energetic fellow who had a goatee of a herbivore was pretty much a bad guy in his day but now is flanking the matured lane like a winger trying to make a transition to being a striker.

Bazz always arrived fashionable early he walked in with Mr Mo’ a lanky skinny fellow who loved to dance and just act out wild like today is all his got tomorrow he may be no more. They chorused Bazz you Cunt and shakes became hugs, hugs became beers. Mr Mo’ had the same welcome but he had to always be a charm and say hello to the ladies.

Thor said his hello’s and conversed with everyone but in his mind he knew they were not complete without their sturborn eccentric friend Malick the man with nine lives rides hard lives harder, away in a northern region of the country sorting out himself out.

It was an epic night as all other nights were it didn’t end hurrah but with a solemn good night pleasantries. Because men were becoming bigger men, and the bond was tightening or reshaping.

Eight men with eight different likes and eight different minds all with the common goal of success together and friendship forever success will be the end of this tale or will distance bring about a good run to an unpleasant end.

The Syndicate lives on.