Adam
"...I guess you're right." Adam shuffled from side to side uncomfortably, looked off into the room. He did not like to talk about his refusal to kill much. It brought to mind the bedroom, the sleeping old man in front of him and a gun held in his hand, the trigger not firing no matter how much he willed his finger to move; then the moment had passed and--
He shook his head. No use getting caught up on it now.
"I can tell you've got a lotta practice at it." He mumbled, reaching in his bag for something; eventually he pulled out a small green sprig of leaves, a bitter smell accompanying them. "You think...we could replicate this? You put it in a smoke and it knocks you the fuck out. Seems like the kinda thing people might like around here. Could be a nice side earner." Perhaps murder was out of the cards but he had never had an issue dealing narcotics.
He shook his head. No use getting caught up on it now.
"I can tell you've got a lotta practice at it." He mumbled, reaching in his bag for something; eventually he pulled out a small green sprig of leaves, a bitter smell accompanying them. "You think...we could replicate this? You put it in a smoke and it knocks you the fuck out. Seems like the kinda thing people might like around here. Could be a nice side earner." Perhaps murder was out of the cards but he had never had an issue dealing narcotics.
Maybe I'm not as dark as I think
Maybe I'm scared to Admit that
