CRACK ATTACK!
You haul your grimy-ass down to the local queer bar(the entrance is in the rear), in search of homosexuals to purchase your ten hits of ecstacy. Once inside, you walk over to a group of leather-clad gentlemen with those cliched mustaches adorning their upper-lips.
"Uh, sssay there, sssweet sssailors," you say with a forced lisp. "Anybody lookin' for some happy-pills?" The men glare at you suspiciously, but no one answers.
"Ah, c'mon you handsome desperados," you drive on. "I'm only chargin' $10 a hit!!" That seems to lighten the atmosphere. Five minutes later you find yourself on the streets again, one hundred dollars richer. Now to find some crack! Whitney was your main supplier, but you have other hook-ups as well.
"Uh, sssay there, sssweet sssailors," you say with a forced lisp. "Anybody lookin' for some happy-pills?" The men glare at you suspiciously, but no one answers.
"Ah, c'mon you handsome desperados," you drive on. "I'm only chargin' $10 a hit!!" That seems to lighten the atmosphere. Five minutes later you find yourself on the streets again, one hundred dollars richer. Now to find some crack! Whitney was your main supplier, but you have other hook-ups as well.