Herein lies 'Boss' [to the right] and an undentifiable friend to the left. Boss isn't the kind of character you meet everyday. Strong, scary, rasta and connected, with the added endearing charm of being the local drug henchman with a love for Michael Bolton's Greatest Hits.
If I die, it's because I have exposed him and I will most likely be "tarred, feathered and hung." Or I have malaria.
Boss is indulging in his usual habit of chain smoking potent African whacky tabaccky. How the guy stays awake is beyond me.