We shake hands. “What can I get for you?” he says. “I’m in need of eight to twelve fresh burner phones,” I tell him. “And a full blotter of hundred-microgram LSD-25. And a case of those little airplane-size bottles of vodka? Miniatures, I think they’re called. And if you can get Tito’s brand, that’s my preference.” He inclines his head thoughtfully. “Well, I can get you the prepaid mobile devices right away. The others may take … forty-five minutes? Can you wait?” “Sure,” I say. “No problem.”
Lol, shopping for LSD at Walmart!
