STELM: Ok guys first real chapter and this one will be the last one set outside of South Harroline where the story is going to be set at. I know it was suppose to be set in one city but it's really hard to do that in the south. So I'm doing the whole states (like GTA: San Andreas was about all of Cali and Nevada) of South Carolina and Georgia. If you're reading this the first chapter has been cleaned up.
Chapter 2: A Lack of Carefulness…
"Fuck that deal!" I said as we got into the mob provided Deimos SP. "Theraflu (Too Cold)" by Kanye west was playing on the radio but I needed something a little bit more calming. So I turned it to The Vibe that was played the R&B TLC song "Creep". This was my jam. It only managed to calm me down a little bit though as I pulled out the café parking lot. The place was pretty nice if you asked me, perfect place to sanction a murder.
"At least they didn't kill us." Luigi said feebly and it aggravated me to no end. His lifestyle was supported by crime just as bad as mine's was.
"They wouldn't try. You remember, I'm the socialite of the fucking Liberty City Costra Nostra assosciato club!" I said loosely quoting the crackhead while accelerating the drop top, almost clipping a Patriot who sent a middle finger my way. I replied by withdrawing my 9mm from my leather hip strap, pointing it at the driver with a threat to shoot. The driver in return swerved into a streetlight, dumbass.
"Calm down man. These guys are letting us off good. Just lay low in Coddin for a few years, it's not like their telling us to move to China." Luigi said trying to reason the plan out. I continued to drive through traffic towards the commercial docks where our boat was waiting.
"Well you can masturbate in Anna's Sex Gardenall you want, but I'm going to make some moves to get me out of my situation." I said as I turned the corner to the docks.
"What situation? Just keep your head above water. They gave us just enough for that. You act like there just throwing us out on the streets starving. We've lived good for a long time, now the heat is coming down on us and we need to pay the price for the luxuries we've enjoyed!" Luigi said flabbergasted that anybody could disagree with the mafioso's decision, before lying back in his chair. Luigi had the few bags he could muster and they were packed into trunk. I was left with a purple backside shirt tank, Super Barrio Bros. snapback, black skinny jeans (which somehow refused to reveal the 9mm on my hip), and some red Charles Tyler high-tops. I wouldn't say it was my style but it was swagg in somebody's household.
"Whatever." I said ending the conversation as I pulled into the dock. There were people there who directed our car into the ferry.
That whole process went by seamlessly and I decided to walk on the ship. Luigi went out to say by to random people waving at us, total crackhead move. I bought a few drinks for myself, a bagel, and a soda and went to sleep in an unoccupied booth, trying to forget about the worst morning ever.
A few hours later…
"SK take care seriously don't do anything stupid." Luigi said seriously, we were at his new temporary apartment. I was planning on moving closer to Beanton, closer to the city life I had grown accustom to, or at least that was what I had told Luigi.
"Alright my crack head companion, good knowing you. You've been the sparkle of loyalty in my years of cutting through the snakes and rats." I said oh as officially as possible while I shook the man's hand. The Italian cokehead laughed and waved me off as I pulled out of the cheap apartment complex's parking lot. I got a GPS on the way here and searched for the nearest gas station. I was getting as far away from those guineas as financially possible. If I was their Uncle Tom for a second longer my mom might just pull athletic gymnastic maneuvers in her grave.
When I got there I filled the sports car up, it cost me a pretty penny but I did it. I knew this car was a guzzler if I ever saw one but I would need it to get me from point A to point B. First I needed someplace to stay so a half an hour later I got onto the highway and called my half brother Roderick from my, previously Luigi owned, MYphone
"Yeah." Roderick answered after three rings.
"Yooo bro how you livin'?" I asked trying to seem casual though in reality I was on edge.
"Same ole two step. Bruh I heard shit went down at your house. You can't be found or some shit like that. Your ole lady is on the TV now saying you tried to kill her." My brother explained sounding surprised that I wasn't floating in some river somewhere. I would have been surprised that Jan was alive but I knew that closet could have been a fallout shelter if it wanted to be. More problems I guess, then again I had dirt on her entire family that I could sling right in her face if I wanted to.
"It's a lot of shit bro. I'll tell you about it when I get down there. You still own that 5 star restaurant?" I asked hoping that I had a good lay low place to stay and maybe a possible source of legal employment.
"Oh yah of course, it's never closing my brother. Two brothers living big. You hear me?" The 5 star Chef said proudly, I swore I heard somebody yell in the background. Probably some disgruntled recently fired employee I thought. "Listen brother I love you no homo and you can stop by anytime."
"Great." I said to myself as my brother hung up. I zipped through the highway traffic and knew it would be a long while before I would get to my home town. I turned it to 88.3 LIL radio, "Till I Die" by Chris Brown featuring Wiz Khalifa and Big Sean was playing. I bobbed my head to Big Sean's verse and hit 100 mph.
9 hours later on the roads of the small city of Rustboro the hapless speedster drove by looking for shelter…
"Damn this small place. Reminds me of fucking home already." I announced to the nonexistent nightlife of Rustboro. It wasn't even nighttime it was still six and the roads were still practically deserted. The sounds of Odd Future's Goblin Album filling the night air. "Tron Cat" was playing now; I had bought the album at a gas station. At that same place I got a blow job from a back room prostitute. Don't judge me; I needed to blow off some steam. It was either solicited sex or go back to Liberty city and shoot Don Arciere in the temple.
So as I rode through the sleepy city the now top covered Deimos SP stunk with my odor. Sweaty, hot, and nervousness filled the car up with a foreboding vibe. The sweat ruining the clothes I had on. I decided to let some air out by lowering the window. A few minutes later and I had powered the window back up; to my surprise the same stench was still there. That was when I noticed that the stench wasn't from me. That's when it hit me. I knew that smell all too well.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed as I sped up and pulled into an abandoned strip mall parking lot, afterwards driving around to the back of the husk of a mall while running over a few larger than god intended rats in the process. By the time I got out the rodents had scurried away and I swiftly walked to the back of the green sports car.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I whispered to myself pacing back and forth after I opened the trunk. My predictions were proved correct. Those fucking assholes! They set me up! As I let the trunk air out it sent a firm "fuck you" to anybody who had nose.
They got the man good too. Shrink-wrapped him up in plastic and bound him to the floor of the trunk. He looked to be of Mexican descent, probably an associate who had fucked them the wrong way. Fuck! All the shit I did for them and this is how they treat me. They just push me to the side like a fucking loose end. All the shit I covered up for them and they give me this type of treatment. Damn I knew they were letting us off too smooth. Luigi probably would have gone to jail with me. One random search and we would have been thrown in the pen for a murder we didn't commit.
I wanted to call up Arciere and tell him that this is his ass but I could only smile. The mafiosos had almost put one over on me. I sure as hell wouldn't have thought of this. If I had stayed in Coddin a "random tip" would have came in anonymously and I would sleeping with the homosexuals the next day. Instead luck and my own hard head had intervened and I was still in the game. I could get away with this and be coolin' it with my bro in two days max.
I slammed the trunk on the deformed body and looked around. Except for a few rats and waterbugs nobody was outside. Just me and my suitcase filled with problems. I had a lot of work to do but it definitely could wait till tomorrow. Plus I needed answers and nobody was going to help me this late at night. So I did what any homeless person would do and slept in my car hoping not to wake up in a ditch.
The next day…
"Squeeeak!" A rat squealed as I woke up and hit my head on the windshield. I was so used to waking up with Jan, the waiter girl, or with a drink in my hand it was a new feeling waking up alone and without a day plan.
"So few hours in a day." I said to myself as I cranked the car up, "She" by Tyler the Creator featuring Frank Ocean immediately playing as the car jolted to life.
I put the car in drive and maneuvered the car out the strip mall's parking lot. I drove around the town until I saw a Plow Me Hard gardening store. The place was empty but the city had grown alive since midnight last night. Neighborhood kids raced on their bikes and middle aged women were having conversations with each other.
"Welcome to Plow Me Hard. There somethin' in particular you lookin' for?" One of the female attendants (the only one I saw) asked as I walked into the close quarter garden shop. All I needed was a shovel. Those Mafioso pricks had given me four thousand to live off of for a while and I knew I could afford enough for a shovel and maybe some air freshener among other things at another store.
"Just a shovel." I told the attendant and she went searching for a shovel. She came back with a pretty decent triangle shovel.
"Will this do?" The attendant asked and I nodded in my approval. The same woman went back behind the register to ring the gardening tool up, no idea of my intentions.
"Hope you don't mind me asking but you don't look like you're from around these parts. Where you from?" The ginger middle aged woman asked as I gave her a C-note. Something she seemed to be shocked to see.
"I was born down in Vice City but I've been living in Carcer City for a while." I lied for no apparent reason. I couldn't be too sure of anybody right now though. As the saying went, lack of carefulness killed the criminal.
"That's nice. It's good to travel." She said dejected as she waved me out the store. I got my shovel and put it in the passenger's seat. I kept the top on though; I didn't want anybody to see me right now.
I stayed within the perimeters of the law as I cruised around the town looking for a general store. It took me a nerve racking 20 minutes but a pretty large general store revealed itself and I did my best to look as inconspicuous as possible even though the Deimos SP was 10 steps above any other car in the small town.
As I got out I got a few looks from people walking in and out of the general store. This was obviously the type of town where everyone knew everybody. That fact plus my day old flamboyant clothes made me a target of attention, exactly what I didn't want. If this store didn't have any clothes I passed a small Ranch outlet store on the way here. That should have some low prices I could take advantage of.
Thinking on my toes I decided not to lock the doors. If anybody stole the car then my ass was clear. The only thing I'd miss would be the thousands the mob gave me to settle down with. They must have figured that'd be enough to keep us sitting until the pigs could snap us. I left the key there too. It was a car jacker's dream. I would know the best; I've jacked my share of cars. Looking back before I entered the air conditioned general store I could only hope my luck would change.
Walking into the general store I saw that the business was well patroned. People walked freely along the aisle browsing, some knowing exactly what they wanted, reporting to one of the two manned cash registers.
It didn't take too much searching for me to find an air freshener, a Large Sack cordless vacuum, some batteries, a pair of work gloves, a book bag, a set of kitchen knives, and a flashlight. To any onlooker I'd look like a house husband, a college kid, or maybe a do it yourselfer. Then again my streetwalker clothes might portray differently.
"Is that all for you today?" The cashier asked after I waited 5 minutes for some grandma who took her time getting out her discount card.
"Yes thank you." I said as the cashier bagged all of my purchases back into my cart.
"That'll be 176 dollars and 32 cents." The cashier said and I managed to pull out two of the four hundred dollars I had in my skinny jean pockets. Damn, I was starting to get too used to these things. I gave the clean cut bills to him and he smiled, probably glad I wasn't some stupid college boy who never had enough money and would say that he was 20 to 30 dollars short.
"Excuse me but I was going to ask if there was a local hunting spot nearby?" I asked the cashier who looked at me confused.
"You don't look quite like the hunting type boy." The older broad shouldered Caucasian man said looking me up and down. He probably was a hunter himself, or at least used to be one.
"Just came back from up north. There wasn't any deer running up over yonder so I figures when I came back to my home state that I'd go back to what my daddy did. Coon hunting." I said regretting my words because thinking on it now it was far from coon season.
"Little outta season don't you think?" The cashier asked warily as he gave me my change. I knew I had to play this smart.
"Well tha law ain't did nothing good for me in a long time so I ain't listenin' to it no more. My father never did and I'm from tha same tree." I said using the old; we are all under one system type approach. Thinking on my father I always had good memories of him, even though none of them had to do with coon hunting. He lived out in the country and I always saw him struggling and going back to live with my grama. I wasn't too sad to see him move out to Los Santos. There were a lot of opportunities there. South Harroline was definitely going on hard times for a while. I didn't pay attention to politics as much as I used to, but I did know that that bitch Kiki Staley wasn't making things any better.
"Good man if you'd been askin me. Go down the road here and you'll see our city hall. Take a right there and keep going down George Memorial road. There's a big red gate to your right if you go down there for a good 5 miles." The cashier said and I shook his hand.
"Thanks, preciate it."I said walking out the store pushing my cart. To my somewhat disappointment the car was still there and I quickly unloaded the cover up material. The only exception was book bag which was for the money, just in case I needed to make a great escape. The whole set of kitchen knives were to cut open the wrap, the vacuum was to clean anything up that would suggest a dead body was ever in the back, the work gloves were to handle the body and shovel, and I needed the flashlight to see the whole thing go down.
But first I needed to change clothes. So I made sure everything fit in the passenger's seat, the drop top Deimos SP was packed tight. So I made haste, driving the Deimos SP to the Ranch clothing store I had seen earlier. This time I brought an extra 400 dollars and my keys in with me, I was too far into this one.
"Welcome to tha Ranch boy." The cashier said in a poorly executed fake wild western accent.
I said nothing in reply as I browsed the store's wares. As I grabbed two pairs of denim jeans the cashier intervened.
"We don't serve no fancy boys round these parts." The cashier said sternly, his friendly attitude morphing into an angry cowboy type state of mind. I didn't reply and just picked out three t-shirts and finally two plaid button-up tops. This was more the modest type of thing I wanted to work with. I was about to go to the counter but decided to get some leather CopeHage work boots.
"You hear me boy? No ponies served in this store!" The Ranch employee said resentfully. He was a middle aged red neck man with a rough shaved beard. He was pretty built for a guy his age. I wanted to just put the stuff down and leave but I knew that wouldn't help my image any. Whatever image there was to be had in this small southern town five hours from my hometown.
"You want my money or not asshole?" I said asked gaining a little bit of confidence as I did. Some bullies just needed to be shown a thing or two things about business. The customer is always right.
"You want to say that again boy?" The redneck said pulling out a sawed-off shotgun from behind the counter and pointing it at me. I made no movements, it would just make him "the boss" if I flinched.
"Nope. I do want to buy these clothes though." I said putting the clothes on the cashier's counter. The redneck smiled and returned his shotgun to the shelf under the cashier's counter.
"I likes you boy and not in the way you might or might not like. Most people would just run out with their tail in between their legs." The redneck said revealing that he had tried this maneuver before. Explaining the empty store.
"Ok." I said not wanting to continue a conversation with the man.
"All that'll be 379 dollars even." The redneck said losing that terrible accent, now settling for a more mountain folk type accent. Not any better but at least it was genuine.
I slipped four pretty Benjamins from my black skinny jean pockets and handed it to the man who struggled with giving me my change. I was patient though. I had spent a lot on these things and I might have to buy a few more things in the future. Plus every penny counted.
So after getting my change I waved goodbye to the attendant and went back to the Deimos placing the bag of clothes and shoe box neatly on top of everything else in the passenger seat. I then decided I would have to change behind the abandoned mall I had discovered last night.
I cranked the car up and Odd Future's "Bitch Suck Dick" coming on and I couldn't help but feel a little comedic relief at the apparent parody of most modern based and krunk music. Now that I thought about it I hadn't listened to Ocean Gang or Lil B in a while.
Four hours later…
"Damn Swell Gentlemen made this look…a lot…easier!" I said as I struck the ground for the umpteenth time. It had only gotten easier in these last few minutes, and even now it was a struggle. I had only a T-shirt on now and my denim jeans. The plaid shirts were way too hot for my current situation.
I figured at about 3 feet I was pretty good. I wasn't that from the trail and only about half a mile from the Deimos SP. It was the hardest task for my nose and sanity for me to carry the mangled body to its grave site. A spot that already had a small recess in it. It was surrounded by some wood vines and trees so I figured it was as good a place as any. It only proved to be rough as I was forced to chop through the stubborn tree roots. Luckily most hunters hunted earlier and the ones that hunted late were usually easy to spot. I figured the vines would protect my flashlight from gaining too much attention.
So as I climbed out of my own hole I could only feel proud. I felt like I did good, this was the end of it. Just cut open the body and I'd be done. So deciding I wouldn't take a much needed break I grabbed the thinnest knife I could find in the set that I'd bought and sliced the wrap off and let the body roll into the hole. I wanted to throw up but I knew it would just be biological candy for an investigator. So I held my meal, threw the balled up plastic, the knife, and shovel into the hole with the corpse, and started to cover the body up with my glove covered hands. At least I was at the easiest part.
Once that was done I grabbed my other tools and head out to the trail. It took me half an hour to get back to the car. Seeing it still on the side of the road made me glad all this work hadn't gone to waste. All I needed to do was see my half brother and I'd be good for at least the next few weeks.
Feeling tired out of my mind I flopped down on the driver's seat, but something was out of place. Nothing had been stolen but I felt something unusual in the seat. I got out the car to see if I was sitting on something but nothing was there. All my cover up material was in the passenger seat, the outfit I rode here in was folded in a neat stack and the clothes I bought here were still in their bag, with the exception of the boots, jeans, and t-shirt I had on now. I had drove cars like this before and I knew they weren't supposed to be so low cushioned.
So I pressed on it more and felt the weirdest thing. It felt like sand. So I pressed on it harder and I still felt the same sand like feeling I felt before. So I got out one of my spare kitchen knives and cut one of the hard spots. I knew this wouldn't be good. As I cut down harder on the driver's seat I saw it spill out. Pure cut cocaine. I had to make sure so I softly stabbed the seat and put it to my tongue, it almost instantaneously went numb. Yup pure cut cocaine.
"Fuck, fuck fuck!" I said shaking my head. Those guineas had it all planned out, if I found out about the body I still had the cocaine on my back, literally.
I knew if they went to these extremes to get me out the business that they'd have some other surprises. So I walked over to the passenger side of the Deimos. I opened the door and managed to open the unlocked glove compartment that I'd never opened before and I wasn't surprised. There was a magnum in there that I knew had my fingerprints on them some type of way. Thinking on my toes I closed both doors, put on my gardeners gloves, got my flashlight, and finally the planted gun.
As I ran through the forest I thought on how I should have done something about the cocaine but decided that I'd hold it off for later. I needed to take care of this problem first. So I found a shady spot far from the burial site that hosted a rusty blue car probably made in the prehistoric era. It was one old piece of shit. I figured the place was perfect so I carefully buried the gun under some leaves under the car. If some teenagers came across this during a stoning session or a sex party then I'd be their problem, I'd be gone.
Running back my sports car I was happy I was on the cross country team when I was in high school because I made no time of the run and came back hardly winded. The cocaine was still pouring and I thanked god that I had bought the hand vacuum. I quickly turned it on and sucked the cocaine up like a Marva Fabulous sucks dick in her famous interracial scenes.
I carefully cut open the rest of my seat and extracted the cocaine that spilled out. I got about a quarter kilo in the driver's seat and emptied the passenger seat of its contents to cut the other seat open to find that they were equal in measurement. A half kilo meant that I was either really fucked or was going to be financially stable for more than a little while longer. First I needed a duffle bag, some tape, and a whole lot of Ziploc bags. It was 7:20 and I knew the general store was going to be closing soon so I put the wrapped bags over with the rest of my crap and made a beeline.
Harlotte, North Harroline, six hours later…
"Sure babe I got some spare…just don't tell Layne Mabye." The scrawny prostitute said looking down the street as she took out 40 dollars. I was selling this shit cheap tonight. I didn't have time to play, that and I had a line for myself.
"Fuckin bitch just hurry up!" I said knowing how these type people were, they were the victims of violence and it's all they really knew. I wasn't trying to save any type of bitches today. So I grabbed her two twenties, gave her the a bag of the white, and sped off to the next corner I found a few more whores and the bitches came running, thinking I was some expensive prostitute patron. Maybe a politician or an athlete.
After that deal went down I looked to my bag to see that it was almost empty, on the other hand I almost had no room for the money. The rest I figured I'd give to the rest to my bro. A few bags would be enough for me to get a nice high while I was getting used to home. As I was driving by a purple oracle flanked me leaving me stationary. I just wanted to get back on the road I didn't want to deal with this shit right now. So I rammed the car to the frustration of the man inside the car who screamed at me as he stayed stationary in his car.
"Hey nigga you getting my mothfuckin money!" A man finely dressed in a black leatherjacket with a gray hoodie under it yelled at me after honking his horn, which sounded a comedic horse race sound. If I didn't know that this was most likely the Layne Mabye the hoes back there was going on about then I would have thought he was just some hoodrat. Now I was probably going to have to kill him. I had to let him see my face first. My gun was still holstered on my hip and I was ready to use it at any time. I knew I'd have to shoot three times faster than he did to stay alive.
"Hey get back here bitch!" The man yelled as a few of his hoes started running. Then as I got out the car he started walking towards me, "Who the fuck you think you are pimping my hoes nigga?"
"Fuck you." I said and pulled out my 9, the man had a full second to half way pull out his Uzi but he had lead in his chest before he could do anything with it. I ran to the man and stole his Uzi. I rifled through his pickets to find an extra 300 in his pocket and a Whiz Quantum. Now I had some protection and two phones with me I thought as I got back in my car.
I made a U-turn and sped past through the streets of Harlotte. I was bumping to "Fish" as I passed a few speeding police going right past me. Two dead people in one day. Fuck the free and proud American Dream I thought as I tried my best to relax in the torn seats. I had been a good ways away from the dead pimp when I looked through his phone. As I looked through it a phone number called, contact's name was Stevie.
"Hey Layne you got that a car for me." A Caucasian voice asked. I knew I had to make up something quick.
"Nah this his brother Ricky. Layne gave me this phone a few minutes ago. He's pimpin right now. I got the car for you though" I explained to the man who must have been some sort of Chop Shop owner.
"I thought Layne was an only child." The man who went by Stevie asked suspiciously.
"We had a fight as kids but we are cool now. He just says things. He forgot to tell me where your shop is though." I explained hoping this would go on smoothly.
"Oh its tha Fix em' Up garage in Cockswold. Just drive it through. Once my people look at it they'll see how much you get paid." Stevie said and hung up. As I was speeding through the street I threw the phone out into a dark alley a shattering sound coming afterwards.
I had totaled out to 20,000 dollars in one day. I threw away all the stuff I no longer needed after I left Rustboro, so now the passenger seat was almost completely occupied by duffle bags of money and the spare cocaine I had. I had the gun I used to escape my own house with me and had the gun I stole from the pimp on safety and on my unoccupied hip holster. If I had bought a hat you could have called me a well armed 21st century cowboy I thought as I put the repair shop on my GPS after a few seconds of searching.
I knew this car in its current state would go for about 30,000 even though its interior was shit, and its front was beat up. A car like this would usually go for four times that but I knew any more money and I wouldn't be able to fit it on the next taxi to good old SH. With my final thoughts of silly things like money I zipped through the flamboyant Harlotte night life.
STELM: Ok guys another long ass chapter taking up three cities, two of them being located in North Harroline which is North Carolina's Parody and the other one taking place in the state of Coddin (Massachusetts's nickname is Cod City) Rustsboro is a parody of the small town of Goldsboro, NC. Harlotte (a sexual innuendo) is based of Charlotte. Didn't have to work too hard on that name. Anyway this whole chapter was based off of the beginning of the book the Fall Guy by Simon Wood. There were a lot of songs references in this chapter most of them belonging to Tyler the Creator's (and the rest of Odd Future's) album Goblin. I think this is one of the most comedic yet raw alternative rap type groups out now. Tyler is really a beast at everything he sets his mind to so yah… Anna's Sex Garden (sexual innuendo) is a spoof of Martha's Vineyard. A place a lot of the members of my family and me visited. Really nice place if you know people who have a summer home there that they aren't use. It's really expensive any other way. Beanton is a spoof of Boston, the city being nicknamed "Bean Town" (shouts out to Metal Harbinger on that one). Cockswold (sexual innuendo) is based on Charlotte's Cotswold neighborhood.
Charles Tyler shoes are a spoof of the Chuck Taylor All-Star shoe line. The "same ole two step" line came from one of the guys at my job who says it all the time when answering the age old question "How are you doing?" CopeHage work boots are a spoof of the Copenhagen smokeless tobacco brand. Cooon hunting is raccoon hunting for anybody who doesn't know. Ocean gang (lead by soulja boy) and Based God being the leader of the based music movement. Based artist usually focus more on the beat and rhythm does than they do the actual lyrics, since most music is the exact opposite a lot of people new rap music completely.
Well anyway Swell Gentlemen is a spoof on Goodfellas (in reference to the iconic burial scene). Marva Fablouse is a spoof on my favorite (if I had to choose) porn star Ava Devine. Kiki Staley is a spoof on the TERRIBLE politician that started running SC after our past governor had that infamous Argentina scandal (Mark Stanford), and it hasn't gotten any better. We still have a confederate flag flying by our Statehouse, and our public school system (which I am in now) is one of the worst in the entire Country. I know it the best, I went to the 22th worst school in the country by this( 2009/03/10/south-carolina-is-home-to-11-of-nations -25-worst-public-schools/) site's standards. Although the school has changed for the better the piss poor funding they get is atrocious.
In closing the basic story of this chapter was based off of The Fall Guy by Simon Wood. Except Todd Collins dumped the coke. SK got rich off it, selling it cheap. Layne Mabye is a spoof of Wayne Brady and his portrayal as a pimp and killer was based off the Dave Chappelle with Wayne Brady Skit. YOLO radio came from the saying, You Only Live Once. A phrase the rapper Drake used in his semi-new song "The Motto" ft. Lil Wayne. Plow Me Hard is a random sexual innuendo'd store. Once I looked up gardening stores and once I saw "plow" I was sold. Large Sack is a vacuum company (another sexual innuendo) that really isn't based off of anything. Whiz Quantum is a nod to the Fallout series's Nuka Quantum. The drink would make your piss glow when you took a WHIZ.
Well that's it the next chapter will shape the story. The first few chapter will be real big. The ones after that will be a little bit shorter. SO with all that done, RIP Left-Eye. An continue to Read & Review.
