They certainly presented a sad picture of humanity.“Fuck you, asshole!” the first guy answered. That was not the answer that I wanted to hear.“W... can do this the easy way and you can answer my questions. Then I’ll leave you alone, ... OR!!” I stopped there.“Or?” the second guy asked.“Or I’ll force the answer that I want out of you. One way or the other, you WILL answer my questions,” I assured them. The other two men were awake by now.“What do you want to know?” the forth guy in line. We'd gottendesperate, calling everybody who might even have the slightest clue boutwhere to get some weed. And now we were sitting in the middle of theghetto at 2:35AM, scared to death."Dude, I think I just heard a shot!" Tyler jerked, looking out thepassenger side window."Nah, man, just chill out. Look Marcus said that Tyron has gotconnections man, deep underground kinda shit, like I'll bet this weed isgonna, like blow your freakin mind." Jordan grinned, tapping his fingerson the steering. “Not entirely. Gary and I ‘experimented’ a bit when we were teenagers. I’ve never told anyone about this…I never would have volunteered it to you. But you asked me…and I don’t want to lie to you…”“Okay, first of all, you don’t ever have to lie to me…about anything. I’m not going to judge you, or condemn you. And, the story you told me last night was so fucking sexy…anything you did with your brother is just going to turn me on. So, what does ‘experimented’ mean?”“Experimented means,. After the seemingly endless years of struggle with his rivals, today marks the completion of the journey. He has just received word that the last independent 'Chinese Spam Black hole' has come under his sole control. It's estimated that the daily income from the six operational 'Black holes' is in the range of $500,000.00 - $750,000.00. 'Just barely adequate', he mused, 'the real reward is watching my enemies eat dirt, as their plans for my destruction are ground into the dust of their.