The chronicles of urban boating

Lee the druglord (Part 1)

"I swear to God Clementine! If you come back here one more time without the right amount of cash I'm going to go fucking ballistic!"

"Its tough! Alright! Not all the regular customers are around!" Clementine shouts back. This was a large mistake as the stocky man behind the desk stands up.

"We have to shift over $100,000 worth of cocaine. Now if you ain't going to help me I'll have to fetch the goons from the office to come and sort out this mess." The man growls.

"I get some of the cash too Lee! This isn't fair!" Clementine shouts back. They had come in connection with a large amount of cocaine, now they just had to sell it.

"That's it! You're out of here" he shouts. Clementine sulks as Lee points her out of the room. She was pissed, they all ran this business together. Lee couldn't get away with bossing them all around forever.

"Send in the childish assholes" Lee buzzes on the intercom. Suddenly two men gallop through the doorway. "Sit!" Lee instructs them.

"Sir we-" one of the men says. But before he could say anything Lee slams his palms onto the table with an angry expression plastered onto his face.

"I don't give a shit! You're going to shift some coke on the east side" Lee demands.

"But we do-" one of the men argues.

"LUKE! Shut up! Shut the fuck up! It wasn't a question!" Lee screams, veins practically popped out of his forehead.

"So we shift the last of this coke and we get 15%?" Nick questions getting the courage to speak.

"10%" Lee confirms.

"That wasn't th-" Luke begins to fight back.

"8%" Lee drops the percentage.

"How about 5%?" Nick says stupidly. Luke shoots him an evil glare.

"What the fuck! 5%! Nick you fucking prick, 5%? How stupid can you get!" Luke shouts. Lee laughs at the fact 'Nick' and 'prick' rhyme.

"Calm down Luke, I like the way Nick does business" Lee finally relaxes, sitting back down in his large chair.

"Mr.Everett. For you." A lanky boy says as he knocks on the door. Hewalks over to Lee and hands him a small envelope.

"Thanks Ben" Lee finally cracks a smile. Ben takes gigantic steps out of the room with his abnormally long legs and Luke and Nick couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He was a little strange.

Lee opened up the envelope and looked inside. A could thousand in $100 bills. A note was tucked in the back.

'Production at the plant is good. Selling like crazy near the college. Haven't been caught yet, we won't be. Promise - Eddie'

Lee sighed at the letter. This was something that happened on a usual business day. He ran a few marijuana growing plants a couple of miles north. He owned a lot, including his own personal snooker table. He enjoyed playing on the weekends when he relaxed with his wife Carley.

Lee was once a pimp, traditional. He enjoyed wearing a large purple hat and taking care of all of his hoes. He began to enjoy the company of his favourite hoe, Carley. They got married and Lee retired from 'pimping' and became a drug overload. Carley didn't mind, she was addicted to cocaine.

"Are we done here?" Luke asks angrily as he watches Lee grin at the letter.

"Yeah, you can piss off now. Get the shipment off of Ken, he's got it all packaged and ready to go. If you boys come back with coke and no money I will be very upset. If you boys come back with no coke and no money I'll be REALLY upset" Lee explains and his eyes slowly drift towards a jar on his desk. "I've always wanted to fill that jar" he mutters to himself.

"Fill it with what?" Nick asks.

"Annoying bastards ballsacks? I don't fucking know, Pickles?" He continues to stare at the jar.

"Mayonnaise?" Nick suggests.

"Nope, actually I think I'm going to go with 'annoying bastards ballsacks'"

To be continued...I guess