My job, and it's really no secret at all, is a poor one.
A profession of which I am rightly shamed, I am a drug dealer.
I ensure that my motley cadre of dependant addicts are all daily supplied with the fix they need for the day.
And further shame on me, for the drugs which I sell are the very worst of the bunch. I am responsible for splitting up families and ruining lives and causing an addiction that eats all of your money and self esteem until you die destitute and begging for just one more taste.
I know of at least two people who have died as a direct result of my wares, and many more whos lives have been fucked.
And yet I do this with impunity, indeed several high ranking policemen are openly customers of mine.
My trade is a government sanctioned and approved, heavily taxed drug deal.
I sell that most miserable and ruinous of toxic drugs, numbing to body and mind. I sell alcohol.
A profession of which I am rightly shamed, I am a drug dealer.
I ensure that my motley cadre of dependant addicts are all daily supplied with the fix they need for the day.
And further shame on me, for the drugs which I sell are the very worst of the bunch. I am responsible for splitting up families and ruining lives and causing an addiction that eats all of your money and self esteem until you die destitute and begging for just one more taste.
I know of at least two people who have died as a direct result of my wares, and many more whos lives have been fucked.
And yet I do this with impunity, indeed several high ranking policemen are openly customers of mine.
My trade is a government sanctioned and approved, heavily taxed drug deal.
I sell that most miserable and ruinous of toxic drugs, numbing to body and mind. I sell alcohol.
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[Edited on Nov 03, 2004 9:24PM]