The lines were all set up. They weren't rails. These were highways made from the best cocaine Mexico had. To his left were ground up buds of marijuana and to the right, several pipes filled with meth. Smashed lightbulbs could also be used as a makeshift pipe if times got tough. In the floor, people were passed out, dead or otherwise in a drugged out state of their own which disconnected them from the outside world.

"Fuck yeah!" Jimmy yelled at the top of his lungs as he let another line pass through his system.

"The world is ours for the taking!" Tim yelled, just as high as Jimmy. Timmy was an esteemed American drug dealer on a tour throughout Mexico who picked up Jimmy. They then went on a cocaine-fueled bender which led many mobster wanting their heads. Timmy was Jimmy's doppelganger in most ways. They both prided themselves on being suicidally reckless, they were both excessively violent and they both loved carnage wherever they went. Dimly lit rooms and the smell of urine, marijuana and despair were, in essence, their homes. This was where they belonged.

The door flew open and two men opened fire, not really sure what they were aiming at as it wasn't that easy to see. Jimmy and Timmy could almost hear each other think. They were constantly in a synchronized drugged out state which neither could explain.

They threw the table forward towards the men as narcotics rained like snow. Timmy grabbed a knife they used for cutting the coke and lunged at the larger of the two men. Jimmy grabbed a large pistol from the table and opened fire at the armed man. He missed majority of the shits but ended up putting a bullet through his throat. Timmy hand wrapped himself around the other man and stabbed visciously at anything he could. Whenever he had the change, the would plunge the knife into his chest and begin dragging it up to his neck. Jimmy used his final bullet on the other man and killed him on the spot, sending a bullet through his skull and only barely missing Timmy.

"Ah fuck this Tim!" Jimmy yelled, throwing the pistol to the floor and picking up the large machine guns that the thugs were given, Timmy following suit. Everyone in the room had been killed and Jimmy didn't even notice he had been filled with lead until they were already driving off on the dirt road, covered in blood. Timmy was droving but he was completely numb and couldn't feel his hands. His vision bulrred and his senses dulled. He swerved left and right on the track trying to keep focus. His head was pounding and his eyes were bursting in their sockets. Meanwhile, Jimmy was attempting to stop his profuse bleeding as he kept a watchful -or paranoid- on the road, making sure nothing was going to jump up at him from behind a rock.

"They got me good, Tim."

"No shit Sherlock!"

The two burst into laughter before coughing their cocaine-coated lungs out. They couldn't decipher what was real and what wasn't. Focusing on one things was impossible and they somehow felt every emotion at once. It was anger, sadness, happiness and confusion all put in a blender and gone up their noses or veins.

"We have some.. Fucking company!" Tim yelled, a wide grin plastered on his face. Behind them, two vans followed them, men sticking out of the windows with assault rifles pointed at them. Then suddenly, there was a barrage of fire that was directed at their car. They could feel that one of the tires had popped.

"Jimmy, on the wheel!"

Timmy gunned the gas and took a machine gun from the back of the car. Meanwhile, it was Jimmy's job to make sure that they didn't crash which was especially difficult with all the potholes on the road. The positive was that it was long and straight for miles on end. Timmy opened fire on the two vans but with little affect. The sun blinded him and his vision was already impaired. What he did do was piss them off even more. One van drive past them until they were in front. Then the back opened up and what they saw was a dozen men, all with guns aimed at them. Timmy switched his target to the front and, before the men could pull a shot off, Timmy gunned down majority of the men on the back and they all tumbled out accordingly. Jimmy managed to swerve past them but the van behind them couldn't. It flipped over one of the bodies and tumbled down the side of the road, into the cacti that waited below. The van in front sped off into the distance. It was baffling how a van could actually go faster than their muscle car.

"Piss off you right old cunts!" Jimmy yelled as Timmy entered the car and again took the wheel.

"So..." They were both breathing heavily following the strange events that just took place.

"Where do we go?"

"I think I know some guys down the gulf. Or we could just drive to South America. The boys in Colombia will do you good."

"Could we ferry?"

"Would they accept us?"

"Could we pay for it?"

"Fuck yeah. I've got at least a million in change. What about you?"

"I'd say... 20K."

"Oka-"

Tim was interrupted by a cellphone going off. It was Jimmy's. The number was unknown but it wouldn't hurt to answer.

"You're through with Jimmy."

"Its Dallas. Don't ask how I got this number or my knowledge as to where you are. But I need you back."

"Let me tell you what. I'll drive back to DC myself to give you a right fuck-off!"

And with that, Jimmy hung up the phone. The two in the car burst out into laughter again for no particular reason.

"Well then, we're off to the gulf!"