This is easily the most violent of the Series. Being a drug dealer must be tough: Such is the presumption that got me to write this longer than should be violent piece by the end.
I’m not a drug user really, I’m just a drunk, hahahaha, but Idk substances have always perplexed me as an individual. Substance use & abuse is always coming up in my work. I mean the world really does run on CHEMS.
Its no accident I have this series & THE NUTCRACKWHORE. It just amuses me. The escapism & the loss of control over ones self is breeds narratives. & obviously conflict.
I think all the time so much about the nature of cocaine industry & the cultural misinformation about “criminal Mexico” its like… The demand is there. Americans LOVE this drug. Americans spend hella money doing this. Of course other substances are just as popular now. We know. Either way. Blog style writing over.
Enjoy Coke Cain Cracks - its so on top of itself - to reprise the inspiration - EUNOIA by Christian Bok is a masterpiece & I wanted to, with HAVIN’ HABITS channel that level of limitation. I’m so lucky our language has such an uncomfortable & accurate word for such a vicious chem.
His names Coke Cain cause he slings cocaine.
This is his claim to fame.
His names Jermain, n’ Cain’s his middle name.
Calling Jermain Cain keeps Coke Cain sane.
Cain couldn’t cut his crack with sugar cane,
‘Cause Coke Cain decrees quality coke.
Cain’s quality cocaine keeps clients coming.
Keeping Cain’s crimes quiet is difficult.
Coke Cain wears a choke chain that comes from Spain.
Cain’s connect in Quebec connects Cain with his cocaine,
But Cain’s mains in Spain’s quantity is conspicuous.
Coke Cain calls his Cabron in Spain.
Later that day, his Spai
n main cuts Coke Cain crushed crack.
“Coke Cain, could you carry a kilo?” asks Cain’s Cabrone from Spain.
Coke Cain’s snorted cocaine crystals crust Cain’s brain.
Coke Cain kept the kilo in a black backpack
Next to a cigarette pack.
Coke Cain’s Cabrone from Spain’s competition came to claim Coke Cain’s kilo.
Cain keeps his kilo close.
Kidnapping Cain is the cleverest crime.
These criminals attack Coke Cain’s crack.
Coke Cain wakes up, crying, chained to a chair.
Crapping in his cut-offs, Cain cusses, “Cut my chains!”
“Quit Jermain.”
Cain’s assailant ticks off a slice of skin.
Flesh sears as pain in Coke Cain’s brain.
Cutting skin keeps him in check.
Cain quivers. Cuts kill.
“Can’t you keep it closed?”
Cain’s assailant cackles as he shoves coal into Cain’s defecation cavity.
“Who in Spain sells you cocaine?”
Coke Cain’s teeth clench.
Clocks tick as Cain answers questions with silence.
Cause of casualty?
A Serrated blade cuts Coke Cain’s neck vein.
From Cain’s cut came clotted blood like rain.
Cain clogged a drain.
Coke Cain’s killer liked Cain’s cherry-crimson stain.
Disconnecting the choke chain, and kissing Cain’s brain membrane,
Cain’s sick killer clutches the kilo and caresses Coke Cain’s cheek.