FC: The Journal of Tony Montana | Rags to Riches
1: May 29th, 1978 I am finally out of jail. Merda, this Cuba place is no good. I need to make some quick cash but nothing is ever good down here at this hell hole. Tried selling some ganja to the little kids telling them it is the good stuff. The little niño will never understand this corrupted world. What I did was wrong, but I need some cash to feed this hungry stomach. At least in jail, those cubanos gave me some free food. Now I’m on my own. Castro is killing me. His totalitario is killing everyone, man. But I’ll live. Know that Tony Montana will never, ever die from being hungry. I am a man. Man don’t die easy, ya know.
2: May 15th, 1980 I can’t believe it. I’m in the dream lands now. Looks like Castro finally decide to cut us some slack, man. This here Miami is where my journey starts. A journey to become a real god damn man. But them americano bastardos didn’t give me a green card. This god damn tattoo on my hand got me busted. Told them I was a political prisoner who had no familia, but I was done after they saw the tattoo. Ended up not getting the green card that would come in handy. Still can’t complain, man. I was planning to work underground from the start. Me and my boy Manny will sort things out well. I hope Mama and Gina are still safe.
3: September 27th, 1980 Frank and I have our ups and downs but he is a good man. He helped me set myself up in this drug business and the least I could do is to thank the hombre. I have earned quite some cash from this yayo dealing. Although Mama would not be proud, this is what I have to do to make the most money in the shortest time. My prime is slimming away every second. I can’t make no mistakes. Though, day by day, I see flaws in Frank. The man is soft, and this underground world tolerates no soft men. We will see where this business goes, because although I am making some money, I am not too happy where I am. I want the world in mi hands. I want to become so god damn powerful that on the green paper it says “Tony Montana Bill.”
4: October 2nd, 1980 So many beautiful chicas in this country, man. Manny and I headed to a local beach today. I think mi nueva favorito sight is women in bikini. Too beautiful man. I tried to woo one of those cougars, but did not work out too well. The women are too sensitivo. On the other hand, Manny, who thought he was so sure to score a woman, got slapped in the face, man. I’m his good amigo so I shouldn’t say this, but that was too funny. The idiota flapped his tongue! Can’t believe how he thought he was going to score a woman doing perverted stuff like that. It’s weird though, man. I should be wanting all these beautiful women, but I seem to miss a very special one. Elvira. Frank’s woman, man. I swear; one day, she will be mine. She digs me, man.
5: October 9th, 1980 I killed the bastardo. Frank was getting too rowdy. He was the one who set me up in this yayo business with Sosa, and now he tried to back me up from forming a deeper partnership with him. I think I was double crossed. Sosa killed Omar, my partner, and told me that he was an undercover cop who was trying to bust me. Sosa is a good man. Frank is no more. I killed his soft ass. Now, there is nothing standing in my way. I will build an empire under the name of Tony Montana. God, I’m gonna be filthy rich and make Elvira mine, man. I looked up in the sky today, and saw the words “the world is yours.” I think I’m very close to it. I feel it, chico.
6: November 16th, 1980 I learned a lesson. You can’t trust nobody. That’s right. And even though I told myself and my business partners to never get high off of your own supply, I did it. It was just too much. Couldn’t resist the temptation, man. Now, because of my yayo problems, my woman left me. That’s right. Elvira. Such a fine woman. How can I call myself the most powerful man in the world if I don’t have a woman to love? I also called it off with Sosa. Turns out you can’t trust him as well. I wasn’t going to shoot no civilian. And what hurts me the most is Gina. My baby hermana is dancing with some low-life drug dealers now in the clubs. Wish I could repeat the past. But with all this money, I don’t see how you can’t. So I will.
7: Courtesy of The Skull Tony Montana is DEAD.