crunching rocks from a newly delivered quarter, a fridge full of chilling modelos after a very quick and deeply sketchy mission to the shops
your man phones and explains the meth was an unfortunate error by delivery gophers with the wrong drop off sequence and says he’s about to show up personally to ensure safe passage and shows further willing by saying “gratis mate”
game on
you crunch the q all in one hefty grind between two customised mirror slabs, because who needs a credit card when you’ve real work to do
chest pains, the world begins to slip at a diagonal angle, resting pulse check on wrist = 165, double check on neck = 172, so you cue up our friend below to ground slightly but it only serves to spiral and swirl ever tighter ..