Plants of Coaching (Part 3)

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 opportunist and Wall-St. fortune-maker turned druglord and coca plants exploitations 'maestro' of North America, had found continued jitters for personal psyche-feelings concerning all the street-talk about his lady-angel Danica being linked to his big-language rival (Olerud) but wondered what he'd actually do to resolve the matter for his sanity, as he knew she was part of his retirement formula of complete optimism to escape the narcotics 'universe' to become a quiet Brussels-dwelling creative-writer of things politics (Facebook-like!).

SATAN: I don't like this world of Earthlings anymore, all because of Danica, damn.

ASSOCIATE: I've new news, boss...and it's about some great gun you boasted.

SATAN: Online?
ASSOCIATE: That's the one...Danica was rumored to be talking with FBI about it.

SATAN: Online?
ASSOCIATE: She's been using a cyber-alias to turn turn-coat to the cops, boss, ok.

SATAN: What of Olerud, our only friend?

ASSOCIATE: Boss, I think the cops made a deal with her...Olerud was stupidity!

SATAN: You sure...I mean who can tell, right, associate?

ASSOCIATE: This is a big tent to get you to the courts before your flight.

SATAN: To Brussels/Belgium?
ASSOCIATE: Dump Danica and become a Belgian man, boss (now!).

SATAN: Good (Facebook-like).

Amlan escaped to Brussels to become a waffles-and-writing man and forgot (all) about Danica who really had become an authority turn-coat to see him go to the courts to expose his rather 'political' work for economics-layerings in Mexico and Canada (wow). Well, the sad-truth of narcotics and coca-plants badness and circulations of capitalism of the flesh-and-bone 'variety was that it made for psyche-strings of great cinema-expressions of insanity and overground lifestyle weirdness (for the Ego!). He continued to wonder, however, if his angel (Danica) had become an informant simply to hand-over some gun-fire to Olerud, her more 'trusted' soul mate (Facebook-like).

DAMIAN: Wow, a Rome soldier crayon drawing (for me!).

AMLAN SATAN: How's your Belgian-waffle, sonny-man?

DAMIAN: Dad, you're the best dad a boy could want on Planet Earth.

AMLAN SATAN: I've had to work hard to get us set-up for my restaurant here.

DAMIAN: You had to find God and all the money?

AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like (for the English).

"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)