For a minute there, I thought you were leading into an opinion piece about Chicongo.
For a minute there, I thought you were leading into an opinion piece about Chicongo.
@Theodore_Kent sorry my dude, it's been a week... and another week. "a week" you know how it is. I only get creative when half in the bag. You still coming to Texas?
@Theodore_Kent sorry my dude, it's been a week... and another week. "a week" you know how it is. I only get creative when half in the bag. You still coming to Texas?
"Most people get along just fine without dropping bodies each night," the detective thought to himself. "Damn these new breed of serial killers." The parallel thought at 3:00-odd AM was which he'd want to engage first: bacon, boobs, or bullets.
Bacon, they called it.
The fat that they sliced off of overweight whores bodies, and fried, and fed them.
Bacon, like they really thought she was a pig.
Bacon.
At least that is what the whores got. I guess that was merciful, compared to what happened to the others.
It wasn't justified. It made no sense. But I guess that's the way cartels operate.
Public Punishment matters most.
Boobs were pretty bad.
They would always abduct you when a female family member was watching. Usually a wife, or mother. But if they could arrange it, they always preferred a Son. And they'd take him too.
Make him watch, while you got the breast implants.
Emasculate you, confuse your son, what could be worse?
Other than the Lead.
The Lead was the worst Cartel Punishment.
The Punishment for the ultimate sin.
If you had a wife, with an older relative, suffering from dementia, they'd abduct him first.
If not, they'd go to any nursing home, and take the first Alzheimer's case they saw.
They'd let the crazy old man babble at the wife for a few minutes.
Does this sound like your husband?
It never did.
So they would show her her husband.
And inject him with a small about of diluted lead directly into his forearm.
Does your husband sound like him now?
Day after day, they would do this. The heavy metal toxicity would grow, slowly taking away the sanity of the man they once loved.
Reducing a healthy, young man, the father of her children, the love of her life, to a violent, spastic, Idiot.
A bullet would have been better.
But lead is lead.
>"Most people get along just fine without dropping bodies each night," the detective thought to himself. "Damn these new breed of serial killers." The parallel thought at 3:00-odd AM was which he'd want to engage first: bacon, boobs, or bullets.
Bacon, they called it.
The fat that they sliced off of overweight whores bodies, and fried, and fed them.
Bacon, like they really thought she was a pig.
Bacon.
At least that is what the whores got. I guess that was merciful, compared to what happened to the others.
It wasn't justified. It made no sense. But I guess that's the way cartels operate.
Public Punishment matters most.
Boobs were pretty bad.
They would always abduct you when a female family member was watching. Usually a wife, or mother. But if they could arrange it, they always preferred a Son. And they'd take him too.
Make him watch, while you got the breast implants.
Emasculate you, confuse your son, what could be worse?
Other than the Lead.
The Lead was the worst Cartel Punishment.
The Punishment for the ultimate sin.
If you had a wife, with an older relative, suffering from dementia, they'd abduct him first.
If not, they'd go to any nursing home, and take the first Alzheimer's case they saw.
They'd let the crazy old man babble at the wife for a few minutes.
>Does this sound like your husband?
It never did.
So they would show her her husband.
And inject him with a small about of diluted lead directly into his forearm.
>Does your husband sound like him now?
Day after day, they would do this. The heavy metal toxicity would grow, slowly taking away the sanity of the man they once loved.
Reducing a healthy, young man, the father of her children, the love of her life, to a violent, spastic, Idiot.
A bullet would have been better.
But lead is lead.
Damn, this is some spicy shit. You jumped right into this dark pool of an underworld that I was imagining. neo-noir, future-noir stuff.
Damn, this is some spicy shit. You jumped right into this dark pool of an underworld that I was imagining. neo-noir, future-noir stuff.
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