Golden Triangle Snow
Golden Triangle Snow
Old skool rock and roll on the decks. Takes me back to before I was born. Smoking the best ing weed in 'Nam. Swimming in the river. Worshipping dark Gods. Making love to even darker women. Those were the days. How I miss them. But they're not gone for I was never there. I go back and visit regularly. I take the green pill from the stream and off I go.
Piloting my Huey gunship and hosing Charlie down with my guns. Easy as listening to Hendrix and importing white magic from the Golden Triangle. Easy and profitable days. Got my own army in the bayou delta. Most of them girls who I . Trained killers to a lady. My high level stateside contacts allow me to import my snow in bodyless coffins. Done it a hundred times. Easy as killing gooks.
Hard to believe that I've got my own drug empire, a fleet of gunships and billions in the bank. Everyone can be bought, even you. Name your price. Jane Fonda doing her work out with me and my troops. Anything goes. Fancy a trip to East Berlin? Shagging some Frauleins and importing drugs to top level Soviet diplomats and military? I won the Cold War.
Return back to the Golden Triangle with six brand new Soviet Hip choppers and Ivan, my new stooge. A bad Soviet, a Godless heathen bastard who loves drug profits. Making it off the back off American GIs and his Charlie allies. We don't care for them. We use their war for profit. They can't kill me. How can they when I've not yet been born? I'm invincible.
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2020
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