Plants of Coaching (Part 1)

A vignette about inventions in emotions/ethics in the darkness of modern Earth narcotics circulations for 'onside' jitters/knot (trilogy).

A druglord of relatively optimistic view is caught in a stranger 'psyche' hellmouth post-discovery of his mistress/girlfriend gone distance to a rival. Thanks for reading (Happy Thanksgiving-November), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American immigrant/citizen and opportunist wouldn't stop for advancements in domain-powers post-fortunes on Wall-St. during the '09 mini-crash, and had found great rings of influence with the extraction of coca plants for production/distribution of illegal cocaine based in Northern California in the 21st-Century and even found a romance-muse in the form of a lady-stewardess who became his spiritual confidante and had begun to move him to cash-in on his now-profound new century wealth to retire to Brussels (Belgium) to become a politics-writer (Facebook-like!).

DETECTIVE RODRIGUEZ: This guy's become a folk-celeb with social 'outreach.'

AGENT MONTEGUE: I suppose you're local/Cali street-vigilante crusader, cop?

DETECTIVE RODRIGUEZ: I know of the wealth-astral of drug-linked capitalism.

AGENT MONTEGUE: Surely does 'finance' the arm of lesser-developed countries!
DETECTIVE RODRIGUEZ: Mr. Satan evades overground-eye with social 'outreach.'

AGENT MONTEGUE: Maybe he's idealistic, hmmm.

DETECTIVE RODRIGUEZ: His street-talkie aura's spiced by his stewardess-friend.

AGENT MONTEGUE: The Devil's muse (Selfie-like)...for gun control (ha).

AMLAN: I want out, with you, to Belgium, for creative-writing, Danica.

DANICA: I left the airline-industry to become your house-angel and confidante, no?

AMLAN: What's this horrid gossip I (now!) hear you're allegiance-bent with a rival?

DANICA: Olerud's got clean tracks stretching from the Northwest to Vancouver, ok.

AMLAN: Yes, and I get 'feelings' my darling to rescue me is now in-bed with evil.

DANICA: What makes you the hero in this dominion, Mister Satan (Facebook-like)?
AMLAN: I always will remember you telling me of my optimism...we need to think.

DANICA: I go my own way and need survival guts, Mister Satan...but I'll think.

AMLAN: Wow, no one said capitalism is not for the bird-omens of cinema, ok.

DANICA: Relax, you're rich (Selfie-like).

Mr. Amlan Satan, druglord and opportunist, dreamer of things of escapism concerning the 'overground' capitalism of modern politics-corrupted narcotics-economics in North America, was weary with thinking. He was now thinking of his meteoric rise for power/talk, his discovery of (offbeat) love, and his drowning in the 'underground' hellmouth of the crime-domain of drugs-profits and the emotions/personalities inside it. He thought about why his lady-muse (Danica) was now rumored to be linked to his Western rival of coca plants (Olerud) and began to doodle a Centurion crayon-avatar to daydream about having a son who'd like and likewise make such likened characters of adventure-heroics (for Selfie-repentance).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)