theitalianscribe said: Hank, “no”
You were smart. You were prepared. You thought six steps ahead. You had to be all that, if you were trying to sell coke and fairy dust in Portland.
(The street name for the combination was jank but that was just so… inelegant.)
But you were smart, you knew all the right ears to whisper into, all the right pockets to stuff, the best demons to summon for the really dirty work. Who to shmooze with, who to ignore, and who to bury.
And for the last ten years it had worked. You had worked, you had risen to the top, because you were smart, you were better than others in your business. You played it cool, you didn’t blow all your money on blow and cars.
You had a plan after this, one that involved leaving the rain and grey and setting up on a beach for the rest of your life.
But now? Now it felt like the city itself was after you.