The Four Hundred
The Four Hundred may refer to:
Jorge Alberto Rodríguez
Jorge Alberto Rodriguez Herrera (born on 19 November 1971), also known as Don Cholito, is a notorious and extremely dangerous mixed-race Colombian/Puerto Rican drug lord from Bronx, NY who headed The 400, a dismantled secret cell of the Cali Cartel. His birthdate is often reported as 19 April 1966 or 8 December 1962); Cedula No. 79290554 (Colombia); Passport 79290554 (Colombia), based on government issued passports found in his home after his arrest.
The 400
Rodriguez entered the smuggling business in 1983 under the tutelage of his father, Gilberto Rodriguez Orejuela, eventually creating a cell known as The 400, which employed 400 extremely skilled, educated and dangerous criminals from around the world, including numerous top-level government officials. He soon seized control of the United States cocaine market after assassinating his rival, Juan Carlos Melendez. Rodriguez was allegedly one of the most ruthless drug lords and was a suspect in various murders. He was also linked by Colombian police to the 1989 massacre of twelve members of a family outside of Barranquilla, Colombia. The family was related to a drug dealer that had an unpaid debt to the Cali Cartel. He was also known for laundering over US$40 million via Colombia to finance a fleet of planes in the United States.
The Stars
When you found him he was lying in the road
You held him in your arms so he was safe
And you talked for hours, soft and quiet
You watched the light change as if you came from it
And you both laughed at the dumb things we repeat
That buy us time or keep us with the other sheep
We marry our fear but what makes the night not so deep
Is someone to watch over us while we sleep
You found him lying on the road
You traveled miles but never got too far
He lost his heart when you were bringing out the stars
When you were bringing out the stars
And you said
Isn’t the night beautiful
Feel the weightlessness
At the heart of things
It made him laugh
‘Cause it made him remember
How easy it is
To love to
Your arms
They were everything
They fill the sky
Like Jimi’s guitar
And he lost his heart
When you were bringing out the stars
Then in the morning
He walked you down
He knew
He had to let you go
And all day he wore
A smile
‘Cause he saw the joy