You become a spy for the CIA. Your job is to carry a micro chip gps bug to record the drug transactions and weapons deals you make. You are immune, they are going after bigger game. But the bigger game finds you out. Maybe this is because you posed for the front cover of SPY magazine and High Times where you brag about working for the CIA. Anyway they sell you poisoned thai stick. A slow poison. You smoke lots of it, its fucking great! But four days later you start feeling sick. You lay in bed a few hours then you start puking, and you die eight hours later, still puking.
The End