Four One

I cannot accept, and you cannot accept, complicity in this sad event. It’s meth, I’m sorry, and we must follow the pipeline to wretched financiers. Forty tons a month, it adds up and needs organization and some discipline. Seize a million pounds, if you want to absorb the atmosphere one breath at a time. Tasted France and Spanish, asked around, rolled like De Soto back through your hometown.