Pollution wasn't bothered by John's distaste. It was nothing new, even many of his customers hated him on a subconscious level. Humans were a lot more animal then they would like to admit and most could tell that this man was not good for them, or their world. He was dangerous. Pollution rather liked that, to be honest. He wasn't what you would call a people person.
When John told him all he wanted was "a little pot", White could not help being very dissapointed. He had honestly expected more from this man. Oh well, it wasn't like this little drug couldn't kill you just as dead as the next one, couldn't slowly rot and stain your insides the way oil stains cloth, and nuclear pollution stains everything. Pollution tossed a small bag at John and told him the (very reasonable) price.
No, he was not the only drug dealer in London, but he was The Drug Dealer. The best. It was one thing Pollution did not mind being known for.
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Date: 2006-09-06 12:34 pm (UTC)When John told him all he wanted was "a little pot", White could not help being very dissapointed. He had honestly expected more from this man. Oh well, it wasn't like this little drug couldn't kill you just as dead as the next one, couldn't slowly rot and stain your insides the way oil stains cloth, and nuclear pollution stains everything. Pollution tossed a small bag at John and told him the (very reasonable) price.
No, he was not the only drug dealer in London, but he was The Drug Dealer. The best. It was one thing Pollution did not mind being known for.