I always thought of myself as a pretty decent guy. I paid my taxes, ate relatively well, took care of my family, and even gave money to that homeless guy on the corner when I had some spare change. I figured I had some pretty decent karma owed my way. Well, I was wrong. Karma doesn't exist. Life is about killing or being killed. That's all there is, and all there ever will be.
They came to me in my office, two of them, suits, glasses, they looked like they had just stepped out of the movie Men In Black.
One of them dropped a suitcase on my desk, opened it up, and showed me the cash. He also showed me a contract.
I don't normally take payment ion the form of cash suitcases, but it was a difficult time for me. My wife had just survived a health scare. A pretty bad one.It had left us a little strapped for cash and unfortunately it was my son who was going to have to pay, by giving up his college dream.
Some quick calculations told me that suitcase was worth at least two years tuition. By then...well...
Of course the catch were the pills. Innocuous little green pills. The men assured me they were safe. They had FDA documents, doctor notes, testimonials, the whole works.
"Why Me?" Its the only sensible thing I said. the money had me gaga.
"You are a perfect candidate due to your high intelligence, your blood type, and your genetic history."
How had they gotten my iq, blood type, and genetic history? They were from the government, they had those things on file. Of course.
Nobody makes a decision like that in a split moment, but they were very persuasive. That money case never closed the whole time we were talking. I walked out with that thing, and the pills.
The fun didn't start until about 2 months after that...