Chapter 8

“All you have to do is crank out one kilo a month.” said Choony matter-of-factly.

“Right.” agreed Toaster.

“Ok, so you're gonna need at least two dozen healthy females and probably the same number in your nursery on a continual basis.”

“Right.”

As they proceeded to draw up the plans for the growing operation, Toaster had no idea what was about to happen if they pursued this deal to its end. It is not everyday that you strike a deal with the devil.

Choony's last foray into the drug world was for personal reasons, but the main one being that he knew he could get more hours at his second job as a convenience store clerk, if he could stay awake. Meth was a possible solution, but he was going to have to be careful because he didn't want to end up toothless, in jail or dead. He figured he could safely intake a gram a week and still be ok. He would try it for a few months and then see how much money he could actually make. The problem however, was that a gram a week was too much for a newbie like him to make himself or even ingest. If he had succeeded, he would have been dead by the end of the first month.

Where Steve Choon failed at making meth, he excelled at growing pot. Choony and Toaster were able to put together one of the most sophisticated growing operations in Tucson. The yield was much lower than any street credible growing operation, but they had only one customer and this guy was good for the money. They would be profitable and all they had to do was keep the pot in the professor's pocket.