AAAaaarrrgh--the anguished cry of an aggy misery addict whose supply is suddenly threatened.
My street dealer, Fran, is now seriously threatened with getting capped by el jefe, the head of the aggy misery cartel (i.e., Dollar Bill). But as anyone who has every watched a mob movie knows, that's what happens when you try to pinch off some of the boss's product to sell yourself on the side. And that's exactly what Fran was doing--selling aggy misery ("our receivers suck," "our offensive line is injured," "our stadium smells like ****") on the side for $1,200 a pop and not cutting el jefe in on the action.
I suppose I understand the business involved. I mean, you can't have your dealers cutting their own action. He's got to get capped.
But from my own personal standpoint as an addict, I am left wondering where my next fix is going to come from. Is Dollar Bill going to replace Fran with an equally effective street dealer? Because it's hard to imagine that any street dealer could be as effective as Fran. But then again, I said that about Arrcee, and look at what I got--el jefe anticipated my needs and fulfilled them with a dealer that provided high quality aggy misery at a reasonable price.
And really, what more can you ask from your dealer?
I'm going to miss Fran. I really will. I just hope el jefe finds a descrete place to bury the body, because the last thing I need is the entire cartel getting broken up over one street dealer's dumbassery.