This is a painting of a beretta m1935 done by me. That firearm was gifted to me by my uncle Jerry and It became something I never took off until I left LC. I’ve also prepared another painting which I’ll be finishing soon!

You know, people used to call Liberty City the city that never sleeps. I always figured that was because no one here really knows peace—not the kind that lets you close your eyes at night without ghosts whispering in the walls. I’ve walked every filthy alley and strolled past glittering towers. I’ve seen high society sip champagne on rooftops while a kid with holes in his shoes tried to sleep two floors below, to the lullaby of police sirens and distant gunfire. Magnificent? Yeah, it was magnificent. Like a thunderstorm is magnificent—beautiful, dangerous, and liable to swallow you whole.
I used to be a private investigator here. That meant I got paid to look under the rocks people tried to hide their secrets beneath. Cheating spouses, dirty cops, missing kids—hell, sometimes they were all in the same file. Liberty didn’t care if it broke you. It chewed through everyone the same. You either sold a piece of yourself to keep going, or you just faded into one of the many shadows this place wears like a second skin.
I remember standing on the Broker Bridge once, just after 3 a.m. The wind was cutting through my coat, and the whole city was lit up like a neon crime scene. From up there, Liberty looked… quiet. Peaceful, even. But I knew better. Every one of those lights below me? A lie. A secret. A story someone paid good money to bury. And me? I was just another poor bastard trying to make sense of it all before the city decided it didn’t need me anymore.
I lost a lot here—friends, time, people I loved.
Before the world got complicated. I used to think I could save people in this city. Now I think Liberty just collects stories like me to forget them better.
So when people ask me what Liberty City was like… I say it was a masterpiece drawn in blood and exhaust fumes. It was a place where beauty came with a body count, and even the stars looked down with suspicion. And I loved it, like a man loves the thing that finally kills him.
That’s Liberty.
And it never sleeps… because dreams don’t come easy when you’ve seen what she’s seen.
I finally decided to show you guys one of my paintings, I never thought I’d be good at it but yeah here it is…