*Faint horns in the background*
Dawn breaking in and a pissed off landlord jumps right into the scene. Lame yet decisive fifty year old bachelor shouts his grandmother’s name each morning and heads out for a delightful meal after. I recently checked on his house to get a little hint on whether I could set my smuggling business on a roll. Being deprived at studies already, I would be a dead-ass jerk if I set my virtues right. It could betray my credentials as a prudent smuggler.
Landlord is often ranting about his grandmother, obsessed or I don’t know the reason. Sums it up quite nicely to just stick around and let the hash crawl in to my futile world. Meanwhile the old man can just stir up some steroids and work on his vocals to help him rant even louder.
Won’t delve much about how smuggling stuck with me for so long but the odds are good for a lousy opening.
Stereotypes have always been there regarding drugs and adolescents but none care. Just make a note on the daily imports and Well! who knows you might land a huge deal with some gang dealing homicides.
How does it look if someday you woke up in a bunker somewhere in the woods, clothes on but all alone. Now you gather some hash and set your work rolling. Whoa! Sounds stupid to think of the woods but a landlord’s home! Well can’t take my wits for granted. It just comes off at a right time.
(“Get up son!! You’ll be late for the meeting. Here’s your oatmeal” )
Finally clears out into a broad,clear daylight.
You dreamy drug dealer.
Fuck!Late again..bring me some glory muffins,Ma!
An effort to sue up your mind with a dramatic yet a pestering piece. Wanted to delve into some nonsense and what better timing than a phone and your notepad at 6 in the morning. Hope you enjoyed it😊