- Slim Vertigo cast his eyes about the sad old town, it just wasn't the same. Used to be fun to drink a handful of beers and go out on the town. Now he was 38 and balding badly, a festering pot belly, a hair style from sixteen years ago.
- Meanwhile far away on planet blue the Poldaki people were angry, their pristine planet was decaying quickly during the seven years of human occupation, the humans said they were liberating them from their tribal dictators but a people once numbering eighty million was now down to seventeen million in number and times had gotten much worse. They cried out for justice but thier was none. They were driven from holy lands at gunpoint. Their people were sold into slavery or hunted like animals. Already ten million of them had been shipped off planet to be the property of middle class and up. Owning a blue skin became a status symbol and the rich often would own three or four of em. Also medical labs bought them bulk, they were amazingly similar to humans and they made excellent lab rats.
- Fred Mucous was just out of jail, he had done six years for aggravated attempted rape and sodomy of a manniken. His long shady pardner Shadowy Sam met him at the prison and drove him to Sam's run down two story house. They went inside to start their drunk. Cheap Coors beers slowly dwindled from the refrigerator.
- Slim drove to the park to watch the young girls do stretching exorcises, he felt so dirty as he watched them and rubbed himself. His hand griped his cock, the oldest possession he still had. He remembered the pre erectile days, when he would watch t v late at night at press his noodle against the couch cushions in some instinctive act.
- "Free at last!", Mucous cheered as he drained yet another beer, his buzz was slowly overpowering him, him was doomed to puke and pass out within forty minutes. Sam stayed up for three hours after his crime partner had fallen into a drunken sleep. He smoked cigarettes and drank a couple more beers during this time, he did little else. Soon his passed out friend would assist him in his life of crime, maybe they would start with walking on the grass or entering a business without their shirts on. Crime was a lifestyle for the great people of this fucked up world, he and Fred just deserved more out of life and they could only get it by stealing it from others, just like the corporates do it. In fact President George Thrush the third was they're model for success, he lied cheated, stole his way to the top and it was believed he was having political enemies straight out killed.
The liberals said he had no right to pass his own laws, but might made the president right, Fred raised in beer can in a salute to Thrush and swallowed the last of the backwash.
When he was drunk like this, Fred liked to try to peep at his neighbor's teen-age daughter, they lived next door and his left side bedroom window faced her room. "Crime is prime", Fred said aloud as he drifted off to sleep. Fred stayed up two hours later than Sam, and yet he got up an hour and a half earlier, that Sam knows how to sleep.
- Slim had a six ounce box of powdered caffeine, a amount deemed illegal without licence by the f d a. He got it special order from mexico, and it went right through customs. Now in the park he sprinkled a third gram of it into his cup of coffee, he always kept a two gram pouch of it with him.
- Shadowy Sam woke up with a hammering headache, it was pure hell. He got up off the couch and went into the bathroom for a long piss. He then went back to the couch and lay there suffering quietly until he fell into a fitful sleep about five minutes later.
- Sweet dreams caffeine. Slim J. Vertigo sat on a bench at the mall, watched a fifteen year old whore go taken nine years from his life and that was hardly fair, first he pays for the caffeine, then he pays again. It had many bad effects on him after a time, but he did mega dose after all, vitamin c in such doses would have killed him by now. by in see through pants, cute white panties with blue stripes beneath. What a delightful world of pleasure for someone else this is, he thought, all for someone else. The caffeine was slowly damaging his heart, it would give out in a couple of years barring any other form of damage interceding. Slim could feel the hard pulse of blood through his veins, the feeling of pleasure and stomach discomfort.Slim did not really sleep, only had fitful naps three naps for forty five minutes or so each a day. The caffeine had already
The negative breakthrough came when Slim learned how to make Spank16. He started cookin the stuff up to beat the band. He was on the pipe in a big way and it didn't take long either, he sold it to buy the chemicals to cook up more and the chain got bigger. Now Slim was making two thousand dollars a week off spank 16, and three hundred sixty a week at his job. But Slim had aged six years in the last two. For six months Slim was in a ska/metal band called the Caffeine Cross. The cross broke up do to them getting so shakingly amped on spank16 that they had ego driven fist fights and destroyed each other's instruments. The ex band members still are not talking.
- Shadowy Sam finally rose up and still felt bad, but his headache was not longer life threatengly bad. He walked into Fred's kitchen to fix his parched throat with a long drink of coke. Fred was in there frying eggs and sizzling bacon, also pouring orange juice and piercing up hot coffee. Sam sat down and sipped the cold tangy orange juice, an explosion of citrus paradise colliding on his taste buds.The toast popped up as Fred put a plate of scrambled eggs and crisp bacon in front of Sam.
- The Poldaki atrocity was all over the news. The the planet blue a group of earth men where hunting for blue skins, using two hundred round repeating rifles.The contest was to kill as many as possible within the four hour time limit. These men were on vacation from earth, and their families were staying at a pleasant little inn not too far from the action. About two and a half hours into the game some blue skins poldaki's entered the inn and killed all the people inside. The scandal was enormous, within a week seven thousand poldaki's were killed by angry earth men. Whole tribes and villages whipped out, every man woman and child, of course the poldaki killing game did not exclude killing the poldaki babies but that was different, human babies are human after all, not blue skinned. This new event pretty much damned a bill going threw congress to grant that poldaki human hybrids could be considered half way human with fifty percent of the granted human rights. The president himself may bad talk the poldaki people, but he owns two beautiful blue skinned slaves that he beds down nightly.
- As Sam munched down his awesome breakfast some of the hangover eased away. "Damn dude! Your like mom!", Sam said between bites and drinks.
"Mom has a job for you", Fred told his friend of some twenty two years, "A big spank 16 heist, it will be very profitable for us".
"I'm listening mom", Sam told his friend of nearly twenty five years.
"This guy I know, Slim Vertigo, he is insane on spank 16! The man makes the stuff himself, he has got a fortune worth of it. He also should have a lot of cash laying about, considering the sales he rings up. We might as well take his stuff now, as big as he is getting and as fast as he is getting there, it won't be long before the men in blue are onto him.
- Earth's most famous living Poldaki entertainer, Sedif Swan was assaulted outside his Las Vegas condo by six men.
- Sam and Fred made up they're plans and began to case out dude's place, he was nearly always home, that was a problem. Fred said that he was a semi regular customer there and he could bring Sam with him to straight rob the man. Best to go there armed, Fred reasoned, the guy was amped all the time, ready to explode. they decided to take it easy the rest of the day, recover from their hangovers and arrive late at night of see it the time to score was right, their could be too much traffic and that would spoil everything.
- Sedif Swan crawled down the street trailing blood, no human would help him, they just stared in hatred. He crawled up to his apartment and unlocked the place with the greatest of agony and crawled inside.
- Well it turns out that the government forgot to make the drug Mad one illegal, mad three and four were not legal, but this one got overlooked somehow. Although it would be soon banned for human consumption under the analog act.
- Paul Rimbear decided to head over to Slim Vertigo's place and buy some spank 16. He consumed about a eighth ounce of it a month, it cost twenty five dollars for that much. Once or twice a week Paul would put a sliver or two into his brass pipe and heat it up useing his gas stove. He would lay the long brass device With a few drops of water and the bowl directly of the stove flame the substance inside would heat up and vaporize into a smokable gas/smoke. This method was called slow dragon. The effects would tweak Rimbear for about forty minutes, put him in a energized euphoric state, but he would almost always vomit, and he hated to puke. Then once a month he would rent three or four horror movies on d v d and watch them while finishing whatever spank 16 he had left. One time, not knowing any better he went a couple weeks without being able to score any, He scrapped his pipe and came up with a half gram of a sticky green resin. This by product of the melting of spank 16 produces vominex 129, a whole different chemical all together. Paul threw up and then dry heaved for five hours, his skin had turned red, a strange sinking, falling feeling made him need to lay down or fall down. While laying down he didn't feel as sick, he still dry heaved violently, but now it was every sixteen minutes or so, rather than the every seven minutes average it had been. While laying there Paul realized the resin smoke was not all bad. He kinda felt goody and giddy, an excitement that reminded him of high school somehow. Not hardly worth the stomach abuse though.
- Swan called 9 11, he lost consciousness while waiting, the police searched his home while the medics took him away.
- Fred drove Sam to Vertigo's place, Fred had only enough money to buy a line of sixteen if the place was too busy to rob.