Drug Dealers
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This world has three things in it, drugs, drug dealers, and cops. Thats were I come in Jack W. Slouts. I was twenty years old when one I was visiting my parents. Dani slouts, my dad was all was much unorganized and skitersh. Ashley slouts, my mom was all ways nervous the floor would barely creek and she would jump. I never knew why till one day I was cleaning up my dads desk, there lay an export form for fifty thousand keys. Of heroin.
At first I told my self it was nothing, I was seeing things. I came out of the room in a state of shock I was very white in the face and the paper griped tightly in my hand. I asked if it was true if he was into dealing drugs. He exclaimed it is true but I never meant for you to find out, well at least like this!
He had immediately broken into about how broke he was I was so broke I had to sell the third Ferrari he exclaimed! I came right back at him with thats a three hundred and fifty thousand dollar car, and you have three!
After storming out of my parents house I realised I didnt value life as much as I use to, I quit the job my parents had set up for me, “Slouts enterprise”. It was a good job; we sold the latest and greatest electronics. Until I sold my job and started was working under my parents as lead import-export of the supplys and drugs.
Things were going really good for me, until one day I got a call from the F.B.I. they said my parents were on drugs and had over dosed. They said they had gotten a tip from a person named Fred Slouts, they said that he wanted them to check on my parents because he was suspicious of them.
Around that time I jumped in the car and went to the factory there I found my uncle I asked him to come to the back room with me. When we got there I pulled I gun on him and asked him why he had called the F.B.I. he started to say something about he made me.
Thats around the time I pulled the trigger, I didnt want to here any of his I its not my fault crap. I turned my back immediately and walked out of the room. I had just shot a person I had trusted my whole life.
From then on things were very different; I was now the boss of the factory and sixty other lives less drug dealing losers. Although many seemed to find a new life after the business started falling apart. Thirty-seven people had quit because apparently I did not have a clue what I was doing. They were right though I had no clue what I was doing.
The next day when I was delivering to a man named Jeff Jackson he said I heard about what happened with your parents over dosing and all. I have forty men that would be happy to work under you for free. Even I shall help the only thing I want is to be the boss of the men.
It seemed that I had no other choice so I agreed. The next day when I arrived at the factory things seemed to be running smoothly. All his works had arrived like agreed even he was there. Only thing that disturbed me was he was in my office. No one had a key but me and it was locked.
When I got in the office I asked him how he got in and he said it was unlocked. After that I thought nothing of it just figured I had forgotten to lock it. After about two hours of over seeing I went home feeling rather bad. When I got near my house I stopped to see my home surrounded by cops so I turned the car around and headed for the factory.
When I got there I called for Jeff but he was no were to be seen I asked around and everyone said he had gone to the back room but when they went to get him he was not there. So I ran up to my office to call him and tell him they were on to us. When I picked up the phone I heard someone talking, it was