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Drug Carking And Drug Trafficking

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If I have another day like I did today, I swear I’ll stand on a street corner and scream, until I’m taken away by the men in white coats and fed meds twenty-four seven.
For ten years I’ve stuffed circuit boards at the High Cats International Corporation and at noon, a thousand federal agents, which included, the FBI, ICE, Homeland Security, and local police, raided the place and arrested the owner of High Cats and fifty high ranking employees. According to what I overheard the Federal agents had confiscated 800 pounds of cocaine, 400 ounces of meth, 200 ounces of heroin, 9, 00 ounces of marijuana and a shit load of prescription pills. As well as, 560 high powered rifles and over 600 thousand dollars, stuffed in paper bags. How was I to know that drug trafficking and weapons smuggling were taking place, right under my nose? Needless to say, the Feds padlocked the front door and now I’m jobless
When I arrived home, I found a note from my wife that stated, she’d cleaned out both the saving and checking accounts, and ran off with a travelling salesman, twenty minutes later the bank foreclosed on the house and right after that the repo man drove away in my truck. With no money in my wallet, I packed a duffle bag and found a park bench down by the river and spent the night.
Sometime around sunrise I felt a tug on my foot. When I opened my eyes there stood an elderly man, who resemble Gandalf the Gray or maybe Albus Dumbledore, but not as elegant. Thou his white hair hung down

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