Day break, I wake in a stir. Night goes away to wake for the new day. It's 5 am. It's unthinkable that god created such a time. But being up at such a time can truly appreciated by so few people. If you are up at this hour you either just got off of work, or going to work, or probably leaving some party thrown by some guy you just met to score some drugs off of to give your drug ridden body its fix. For me I'm just up. It sucks I went to sleep like 10pm and I'm up at fucking five in the morning like fucking clockwork. Ugh. Or maybe I just got off my part-time job to go to my other part time job, and I just gave some poor girl 50 pills of Demerol, just to have fun with that little tart. She's not going wake up, when she goes to sleep, she's gonna sleep thats for damn sure. I love this job I meet all these girls I get so much ass , and on top of that all the top grade meds for me sell to these blonde's. And as for my real job. Well lets just say working as a Grill technician , I should be taking all these meds just to be more of an “employee of the month”. What chauvinistic heathen created employee of the month? Granted Some company's will go as far as to actually give that person a slight pay raise I think the highest pay increase was awarded to some guy named Dean Sheppard and it was a total of 17 cents. Dear god at minimum wage he will be rolling in the dough, in some sense , so you can burn it to at least to keep warm cuz that shit ain't going to pay the rent. Unless you go to the food pantry, get food stamps, fraud the government, (everybody does trust me I did your taxes last year that job did paid well for what it was worth) donate and I will say this “loosely” selling you bodily fluids, sell your body or what I do Sell drugs, guns and burgers. My name is Morris and I am a horrible person.
I always found it strange on how I ended up in this situation. Selling burgers? No the manger of Burger the Hutt is one of my best costumers for guns not drugs, this guy is like Gary Buses if he were real. Every time he buys a new gun we always go out to the middle of the desert to empty a few clips. Now think of this, Insane crazed man with enough guns to end a zombie invasion vs the guy drinking a red stripe, in the middle of fucking nowhere. LOVING IT, the reason I'm not worried because I walk around with man made version of a sword of fire. The Desert Eagle, with .50 AE rounds. Because nothing with quite make you shit your pants with this aim straight at you “vital points”. As I fire a few rounds I just had to say it. “I love this gun.” All Jeff could say is, ”what” as is he were trying to pay attention. I hate to use this turn of phrase because women always use this to try to belittle us, but Boys and their toys. Now Jeff is by no means sane, but if you seen him at work he is by all means a Fucking lunatic. He runs that burger shop like a army. Everything has to be so, which is fine by me, it give me something to do. I know all those movies try to make it seem like someone who is my line of work, is a full time job, well its not, shit cost money and I usually don't get to working till the weekend. It pays well enough that I shouldn't need this Mcjob, but the food this place make, is out of this world. That bitch back there Martin, he make not look like much but that man has some skills. We will get back to him later, Now as for how I ended up like this, Drug dealing, gun selling, burger flipping proletariat.
It all started not in some sappy story how my father did it, his father did it before him or how I just kinda wanna do this so as to see how I did. I just fell into this lifestyle, well not so much as fall, but sauntered gracefully downward to be in this line of low life scum. Yes I don't like considering myself to be among those who sell what I sell to those what I sell just to sell them for a quick buck. No far from it. No I am in fact right up there with everyone else thing my line of work should be in fact rid from this earth, and my kind should never have existed. I do what I do, for the thrill of it all, to be simple, I like meeting new people. And with what I do, you meet someone new almost new everyday, thank god to word of mouth.
Now as to how I started. I was 18 trained since I was 16, which I rather not get into, kinda traumatized. I remember it the moment, not for sentimental reason but because it was an odd order. It was a couple, as far as I'm concerned it was boyfriend and girlfriend. The boyfriend was a huge James Bond fan and wanted a Walter PPK and the girlfriend wanted barbiturates. It was the barbiturates that got me. Mostly as far as I'm concerned is that they fell out of favor for more effective drugs. Apparently she like Ms. Monroe a bit too much. So my first “couple” were fans and decided to try it out for themselves. Which is most of my fan base.
Which I hate my fan base, I can't help but feel used in this overall transaction. What can I expect though, really, I'm some guy to them to buy things that they themselves normally can't. I am white suburbia's black market. That why I always felt that my title should be and is fact is by my standards is acquire of hard to get items. As for most people I keep my rules simple, yet complicated. I only sell to those who wanna try, if I see how this person is so far gone, that they are need of detox, I deny themselves of the simple pleasure. Although I do live a certain life style that that the IRS hasn't gotten a wind of yet because at this point is really the only way I can get caught now.
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