Public Enemy Number 1

[Mobster Myers]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

 

 

 

[iKac]

That's actually dope play out buddy.

"SPINNER" PENI DEATH SQUAD

[Michael Kirkpatrick]

 

 

[Mobster Myers]

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Alfonso_Chavarria]

I put it down for my [XXXX] everyday to the max. 

[Michael Kirkpatrick]

[parkin lot pimpin]

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Halloween]

 

[PeterPiperPackedAPookie]

Once, long ago in a land far away, there lived four little characters who ran through a maze looking for dope to nourish them and make them happy. Two were mice named “Sniff” and “Scurry” and two were tweeker mice – mice who were as small as mice but acted a lot like people today. Their names were “Hem” and “Haw”. Due to their small size, it would be easy not to notice what the four of them were doing. But if you looked closely enough, you could discover the most amazing things! Every day the mice and the tweeker mice spent time in the maze looking for their own special dope. The mice, Sniff and Scurry, possessing only simple rodent brains, but good instincts, searched for the hard nibbling dope they liked, as mice often do. The two tweeker mice, Hem and Haw, used their brains, filled with many beliefs, to search for a very different kind of dope – with a capital D – which they believed would make them feel happy and successful. As different as the mice and tweeker mice were, they shared something in common: every morning, they each put on their chinos and chucks, left their little homes, and raced out into the maze looking for their favorite dope. The maze was a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, some containing delicious dope. But there were also dark corners and blind alleys leading nowhere. It was easy place for anyone to get lost. However, the two tweeker mice, Hem and Haw, used a different method that relied on their ability to think and learn from their past experiences, although, they would sometimes get confused by their beliefs and emotions. Eventually in their own way, they all discovered what they were looking for – they each found their own kind of dope one day at the end of one of the corridors in Dope Station D. Every morning after that, the mice and the tweeker mice dressed in their dope searching gear and headed over to Dope Station D. It wasn’t long before they each established their own routine. Sniff and Scurry continued to wake early every day and raced through the maze, always following the same route. When they arrived at their destination, the mice took off their chucks, tied them together and hung them around their necks – so they could get to them quickly whenever they needed them again. Then they enjoyed the dope. In the beginning Hem and Haw also raced toward Dope Station D every morning to enjoy the tasty new morsels that awaited them. But after a while, a different routine set in for the tweeker mice. Hem and Haw awoke each day a little later, dressed a little slower, and walked to Dope Station D. After all, they knew where the dope was now and how to get there. They had no idea where the dope came from, or who put it there. They just assumed it would be there. As soon as Hem and Haw arrived at Dope Station D each morning, they settled in and made themselves at home. They hung up their chucks, and put on their slippers. They were becoming very comfortable now that they had found the dope. “This is great,” Hem said. “There’s enough dope here to last us forever.” The tweeker mice felt happy and successful, and thought they were secure. It wasn’t long before Hem and Haw regarded the dope they found at Dope Station D as their dope. It was such a large store of dope that they eventually moved their homes to be closer to it, and built a social life around it. To make themselves feel more at home, Hem and Haw decorated the walls with sayings and even pictures of dope around them which made them smile. One read: Having Dope Makes You Happy. Sometimes Hem and Haw would take their friends by in to see their pile of dope at Dope Station D, and point to it with pride, saying, “Pretty nice dope, huh?” Sometimes they shared it with their friends and sometimes they didn’t. “We deserve this dope,” Hem said. “We certainly had to work long and hard enough to find it.” He picked up a nice fresh piece and slammed it. Afterwards, Hem fell asleep, as he often did. Every night the tweeker mice would waddle home, full of dope, and every morning they would confidently return for more. This went on for quite some time. After a while Hem’s and Haw’s confidence grew into arrogance. Soon they became so comfortable they didn’t even notice what was happening.

 

Edited May 28, 2022 by PeterPiperPackedAPookie

[Animosity]