Vibes Los Santos

Day 100. Sunday Drive 16. Heading into Martin Madrazo's ranch late at night - probably not for a social occasion either.

Day 99. T. Kept shouting "Scooter brother!" at this guy, whilst popping wheelies at 30 on the freeway alongside. Strange as hell.

Day 98. F. Tearing up the roads north of LS.

Day 97. M. Stormy day in watching movies alone again.

Day 96. T. Woke up drunk, with shades on, in an alley. Heh.

Day 95. F. Beverly tried to fob off Franklin. Did not go well for Beverly.

Day 94. M. Beating the heat with an evening walk.

Day 93. Sunday Drive 15. Today was optional basejump training day. Because all fun days are Bureau days.

Day 92. T. Trev got a bit wild after an afternoon of drinking, stole a car ended up in this creepy shed up on the Land Act Reservoir. Enjoyed the sunset, then drove his car off a cliff.

Day 91. F. Came across a totalled Sabre Turbo, whilst walking around Rockford Hills on a late night stroll.

Day 90. M. Rented out a helicopter to make use of those hours in flight school. Got to see the SS Bulker again - still not cleaned up!

Day 89. T. Shot down by the law, yet by virtue of a parachute and stolen bike, still out there somewhere.

Day 88. F. Hanging around Hayes Autos.

Day 87. M. First day working in the film industry, and back to beating up an agent within the hour. From Bank Robber to 'Producer' - evidence of teaching an old dog new tricks.

Day 86. Sunday Drive 14. Enjoying looking out over the sea on my day off, and I turn to see none other than T out for a morning run - right off the freakin' pier! Lucky I got this BCI, no time to have grabbed my to snap this. Encapsulates the psycho's we deal with at the FIB, and how close we come to them in and out of work.

Day 85. T. They really should have arrested T by now, but they cannot get close. One-shotted a goddamn chopper...

Day 84. F. Following a tip-off from Beverly - you should have heard what she was saying to these guys! Still, a picture pays a thousand bucks.