Thursday November 17th, 2016

The exercise:

Write something that has to do with: the black market.

Max and I finally got around to putting a proper covering of sawdust on our garlic planting this afternoon. Now they should be nice and protected from the winter cold - and maybe even have some help with keeping the weeds down in the spring.

Got a call today asking if I could extend my 4 to 9 shift at the community centre tomorrow night up to 12 to 9. Always nice to get some extra hours. Hopefully all goes well there.

But, really, I'll be happy as long as I don't have to kick anybody out at the end of the night.

Mine:

Something you need? I know a guy. Match his price and it's yours.

Easy, right?

Got something you need taken off your hands? Name your number, I'll find a buyer.

This ain't complicated.

At least, it doesn't have to be. So don't go making it too, how shall I say... intricate. Delicate. Keep it simple, keep it straightforward. Don't clog up the channels. Goods come in, goods go out. Flow like a river, baby.

The cops don't need to get involved here. Ain't nobody getting hurt. Just a group of like-minded individuals getting what they want. No harm, no foul, right?

So why you gotta make my life difficult? Why you gotta mess things up for everybody? You think you're something special, is that it? That our rules don't apply to you? You've got a thing or two to learn, my friend. Hard lessons, without question.

Lucky for you, we got some real good teachers 'round here.