Jimmy Wilson
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The Path We Choose
It was late in the day and Donald 'Donnie Boy' Nelson was in a particularly good mood as he walked down a well-worn path through the woods. And why wouldn't he be? His drug business was booming and in fact he had just picked up three new customers at Reggie's, his favorite bar. To top it off, a patron who had obviously drank more than his share of liquor, bought a round of tequila shots for everyone. Donald didn't particularly care for tequila, but a free shot is a free shot. He had in fact intended on thanking the guy, maybe even acquiring a new customer out of the interaction, but he had disappeared shortly after buying the drinks. Probably passed out in the back of a cab by now. Donald shook his head and laughed, man what a day. Then again, his luck had been on the upswing since about five years ago when he beat a murder rap. A young kid, Steve something or another, that he had sold fentanyl-laced pills to had overdosed and died. Everyone knew he was the dealer responsible but with the help of a lawyer who was even shadier than he was and an easily bought cop who knew how to make evidence 'disappear', Donald had walked away scot-free. Life was good.
By Jimmy Wilson3 years ago in Criminal