'medicine cabinet'
Bluelighter
this reminds me of when i was working security for the holland gov. one year we had a convoy of afghani heroin smugglers come into the country. they wanted to pick tulips and ride the windmills. it was my job as liason to show them around, help them sharpen their knives to pick the tulips and ect...
anyways, the main smuggler farzi al-moori mohamoud told me, he said, look steven gates rockafeller (my name) we need a smart, good looking wealthy verile man to help us continue our criminal enterprise. they wanted me to move a shipment of 50 kilos through iran then the balkans then eventually to the US. of course 50 kilos is just a trial run, i mean, anything less than 50 bricks is childs play.
everything was going great untill the yakuza got involved. somehow they had heard about my alchemy skill. a few years prior i had patented a process of turning lead into gold. they wanted me to turn their lead into gold so they could finance a second attack on pearl harbor. i had to tell them no, i used to be a security guard, i uphold the law, i dont break it...
they wanted none of it. they said they would give me 72 hours to give their chemist the formula for the chemical process. so with the yakuza on my back and a load of 50 kilos of heroin to transport, i was in a real sticky situation. what to do i thought...
then i had the brilliant idea, which of course would be brilliant, since it was my idea...
i would cut the heroin with VX nerve gas i accquired from a friend in the US gov. i would only cut 1 kilo of it with the poison and give it to the yakuza boss. his name was takeshi nuro and he was the underboss for the entire yakuza family in the tokyo prefecture.
so i gave them the heroin along with a fake version of my alchemy process. they all ended up doing the heroin at a dinner they threw in my honor. they also helped me move the heroin into the US. but little did they know, they had walked into my trap.
so in one felt swoop, i killed 20% of the yakuza and got the shipment into the US...
when i went back to my afghani heroin connection they said they wanted me to move a load this time of 450 kilos, not a lot really, but still a fairly large amount...everything was all set to move but then a gang turf war broke out and i had to rethink my options...also the farc in colombia were ready to start importing heroin on their own. i had flown to bogota a few months earlier with specialized high morphine content poppy seeds to show them how to grow them in the afghani tradition.
while in colombia showing the FARC how to make heroin, i found out the yakuza had placed a hit on me, 5 million for the first person to bring my head to them on a silver platter. the FARC saw this oppertunity and tried to kill me.
using my black belt karate skills, i was able to disarm 15 of them when they broke into my mansion in medellin. luckily my super model wife wasnt there, she was giving runway lessons to tyra banks and naomi cambell.
a week later the farc and yakuza decided to strike me at once, blowing up my mansion and killing my wife. in a hail of gunfire and RPG's, i escaped to texarkana right on the texas and arkanas border. while there i layed low and made country music under the moniker of brooks jackson. i had a top 20 hit in 96, my album went platinum and i thought i would be done with the seedy underworld of the drug life. then while in a recording session with the oak ridge boys, my satelite phone rings. it was farzi with a proposition....one that i couldnt refuse.
the only reason i did it, was because i owed him a favor for helping me to escape from colombia. plus i was broke. when my mansion was blown up they also raided my secret undergournd vault of all my US currency...so i needed one last big score. i decided to move the 450 kilos. the only problem was that since i had skirted an assasination attempt, there was a high price on my head.
i had some minor plastic surgery on my face to make me look less handsome. i was so good looking i figured i could stand to be a little uglier. with that shipment all ready to go, i loaded it in my gulfstream 4 jet, and headed for detroit to my personal airport.
once there i was greeted by big willy leadbricks, who was at the time, the biggest heroin dealer in the US. he sampled the product, deemed it good and wired the $ to my afghani source of supply and my personal swiss bank account. i was set....
with the $ i bought a small secluded island off the coast of papua new guinea, 06° 00 S, 140° 00 E is the location, well i should say was the location. a giant tsunami converged on my island and it was swalloed up by the ocean.
no worries tho, with the $ in my swiss account and the interest it has accrued, i am still set for life. i still like to help my afghani friends move their shipments, its more or less a hobby for me. since my mind has become so powerful and filled with information i get bored easily and like to live dangerously.
also the yakuza finally dropped the hit on my head. they decided it would be better to have me as their friend, since i am so deadly and cunning. they took to calling me tako, which is japanese for octopus. they say that since i have my hands in so many things, i am like an octopus. and like the creature, i can easily lose an attacker in a cloud of black ink....
sadly tho, the FARC and i parted ways. i showed them how to make heroin and they tried to kill me hah. they know not to mess with me tho...my reputation spreads all over the world. everywhere i go, i hear there he is....theres the octopus.
i have thought about going back in to the studio to record more country music, but since the plastic surgery i am not as handsome as i once was. i still get calls from donatella (versace) asking to work the runway, but i turn her down usually. i did do a show in milan back in 02, i was the second model from the left in the fourth show, i was wearing a black coat and white pants.
while in milan i ran into some old friends from holland where i used to work security. they told me that i was wanted on drug kingpin charges in the US. they had me on wiretap. turns out willy leadbricks was setting me up to take me out so he could get direct with the supply...needless to say i stay away from the USA
so now i live in madagascar and raise hissing cockroaches. its relaxing and calming for my incredible genius IQ mind. i have my money in my swiss account and my gulfstream 5...i sold the gulf 4 to diddy, he begged me so i gave in.
and what happened to old willy leadbricks you may ask? lets just say taco bell had some extra "seasoned meat" in their delivery that month.
anyways, the main smuggler farzi al-moori mohamoud told me, he said, look steven gates rockafeller (my name) we need a smart, good looking wealthy verile man to help us continue our criminal enterprise. they wanted me to move a shipment of 50 kilos through iran then the balkans then eventually to the US. of course 50 kilos is just a trial run, i mean, anything less than 50 bricks is childs play.
everything was going great untill the yakuza got involved. somehow they had heard about my alchemy skill. a few years prior i had patented a process of turning lead into gold. they wanted me to turn their lead into gold so they could finance a second attack on pearl harbor. i had to tell them no, i used to be a security guard, i uphold the law, i dont break it...
they wanted none of it. they said they would give me 72 hours to give their chemist the formula for the chemical process. so with the yakuza on my back and a load of 50 kilos of heroin to transport, i was in a real sticky situation. what to do i thought...
then i had the brilliant idea, which of course would be brilliant, since it was my idea...
i would cut the heroin with VX nerve gas i accquired from a friend in the US gov. i would only cut 1 kilo of it with the poison and give it to the yakuza boss. his name was takeshi nuro and he was the underboss for the entire yakuza family in the tokyo prefecture.
so i gave them the heroin along with a fake version of my alchemy process. they all ended up doing the heroin at a dinner they threw in my honor. they also helped me move the heroin into the US. but little did they know, they had walked into my trap.
so in one felt swoop, i killed 20% of the yakuza and got the shipment into the US...
when i went back to my afghani heroin connection they said they wanted me to move a load this time of 450 kilos, not a lot really, but still a fairly large amount...everything was all set to move but then a gang turf war broke out and i had to rethink my options...also the farc in colombia were ready to start importing heroin on their own. i had flown to bogota a few months earlier with specialized high morphine content poppy seeds to show them how to grow them in the afghani tradition.
while in colombia showing the FARC how to make heroin, i found out the yakuza had placed a hit on me, 5 million for the first person to bring my head to them on a silver platter. the FARC saw this oppertunity and tried to kill me.
using my black belt karate skills, i was able to disarm 15 of them when they broke into my mansion in medellin. luckily my super model wife wasnt there, she was giving runway lessons to tyra banks and naomi cambell.
a week later the farc and yakuza decided to strike me at once, blowing up my mansion and killing my wife. in a hail of gunfire and RPG's, i escaped to texarkana right on the texas and arkanas border. while there i layed low and made country music under the moniker of brooks jackson. i had a top 20 hit in 96, my album went platinum and i thought i would be done with the seedy underworld of the drug life. then while in a recording session with the oak ridge boys, my satelite phone rings. it was farzi with a proposition....one that i couldnt refuse.
the only reason i did it, was because i owed him a favor for helping me to escape from colombia. plus i was broke. when my mansion was blown up they also raided my secret undergournd vault of all my US currency...so i needed one last big score. i decided to move the 450 kilos. the only problem was that since i had skirted an assasination attempt, there was a high price on my head.
i had some minor plastic surgery on my face to make me look less handsome. i was so good looking i figured i could stand to be a little uglier. with that shipment all ready to go, i loaded it in my gulfstream 4 jet, and headed for detroit to my personal airport.
once there i was greeted by big willy leadbricks, who was at the time, the biggest heroin dealer in the US. he sampled the product, deemed it good and wired the $ to my afghani source of supply and my personal swiss bank account. i was set....
with the $ i bought a small secluded island off the coast of papua new guinea, 06° 00 S, 140° 00 E is the location, well i should say was the location. a giant tsunami converged on my island and it was swalloed up by the ocean.
no worries tho, with the $ in my swiss account and the interest it has accrued, i am still set for life. i still like to help my afghani friends move their shipments, its more or less a hobby for me. since my mind has become so powerful and filled with information i get bored easily and like to live dangerously.
also the yakuza finally dropped the hit on my head. they decided it would be better to have me as their friend, since i am so deadly and cunning. they took to calling me tako, which is japanese for octopus. they say that since i have my hands in so many things, i am like an octopus. and like the creature, i can easily lose an attacker in a cloud of black ink....
sadly tho, the FARC and i parted ways. i showed them how to make heroin and they tried to kill me hah. they know not to mess with me tho...my reputation spreads all over the world. everywhere i go, i hear there he is....theres the octopus.
i have thought about going back in to the studio to record more country music, but since the plastic surgery i am not as handsome as i once was. i still get calls from donatella (versace) asking to work the runway, but i turn her down usually. i did do a show in milan back in 02, i was the second model from the left in the fourth show, i was wearing a black coat and white pants.
while in milan i ran into some old friends from holland where i used to work security. they told me that i was wanted on drug kingpin charges in the US. they had me on wiretap. turns out willy leadbricks was setting me up to take me out so he could get direct with the supply...needless to say i stay away from the USA
so now i live in madagascar and raise hissing cockroaches. its relaxing and calming for my incredible genius IQ mind. i have my money in my swiss account and my gulfstream 5...i sold the gulf 4 to diddy, he begged me so i gave in.
and what happened to old willy leadbricks you may ask? lets just say taco bell had some extra "seasoned meat" in their delivery that month.