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Originally Posted by Dark Angel part time drug dealer at 5th avenu and 45th street intersection in the day, and research assistant for a creepy indian professor in the night, his name was pra-ta-pa and he could move each of his eyes as if it is totally independent from the other  |
I knew I've met you somewhere.. Dark.. Angel..
My first job came to me during the civil war and I was 15. It was through one relative of mine, who was kind of medium-size Boss in a certain party, and I took my best friend with me. Mission: To unload boxes of whiskey, tea, ammunition and cigarettes from a big ship right outside Dbaye shore, onto smaller fish boats, back to the beach and onto trucks. When the ship's cargo was unloaded, we were told to step aside while loads of hashish were transported by tougher guys in the opposite direction. We started at one o'clock in the afternoon and kept slaving until 7 in the morning the following day, non-stop.
Payment: two bottles of cheap whiskey and 300 lira (when the L. lira still talked), and an aching set of muscles that took me a week to recover from.
