ABQ-Episode 10- The Club

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If you missed Episode one thru nine They are all scattered in the Sandbox. And have provided the links as well.
Episode 1- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=852037
Episode 2- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=860786
Episode 3- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=872510
Episode 4- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=879098
Episode 5 http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=885633
Episode 6- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=905614
Episode 7- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=925055
Episode 8- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=940471
Episode 9- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=954859

Otherwise none of this is going to make any fuckin sense. Drama...aint no drama like what ABQ has gone thru. Feel me? I suffer from dramaitis.

Disclaimer…. This is for entertainment purposes only anything else that happens between the author and the reader is purely fictional in nature. This is a purely fictional dramatic tale End of Disclaimer.

The question becomes is this episode real or fiction? It is long so my apologies. This sequence is so long it is split into two parts.

4:48AM
Before heading to the club first we must feed this dickwad. I have to say for a short dude with red hair that needs to have a patent he is a dangerous man. Getting him out of the trunk was not an easy task as the guy also had three guns on him. He tried to karate chop ole Pete but barely missed his larynx. Pete is one luck some bitch. I will tell you that. But now we have a name to go with a face. James Bostonia. Has to be fake but right now who cares. Sounds more like an Alias to me.

Here we are at a diner called The Burger Joint in a town south of Vegas called Jean. There is a reason why we picked a place that is very close to next to nothing.

But Napoleon Dynamite or should I say James is the first to speak as all three of us are having cheeseburgers. For James it is imperative that he eats and not forcing him to relieves one less thing on my agenda.

“I still think your product is horseshit. So let me get this straight you steel a truck of ours from el Paso to take Cheetos Puffs so you can lace them with weed? I feel no effects and I ate six of them.”

Pete and I both look at each other. I can already see a bruise starting to form on the right side of his neck. We both look at each other in shock. Knowing the repercussions of this is not good at all. I turn my attention back to Napoleon. He puts another Cheetos Puff in his mouth. Pete brags the bag from him.

“Fuck that makes seven.” I say out loud before taking another bite of my cheeseburger. Have to say this is one fine ass motherfucking bacon cheeseburger with alvocado. Napoleon already has six Cheetos puffs and just ate a seventh. Damn I wish this place served tequila. I could use like three shots.

“Now listen to my carefully James you might think the product sucks and you can pop em one at a time like it is fucking lays potato chips. But it is not this stuff is about the purest you will ever see in a mariquana form that you eat.

“You realize that one way or another I am putting the both of you idiots in the desert ground tonight…right?”

“Ahh ese that is not even going to happen. We got a fun early morning in store for you. Nothing like you have ever seen. Even my buddy here Pete has never been there. I was there once and let me say words cannot describe this place. Let me throw some adjectives at you. Horrific, scary, trembling, eye popping, edge of your seat. I almost shit my pants first time Cabron took my there.”

“Is that supposed to scare me Rodrigo I have beaten the crap out of eight, nine guys all at once. I have killed more guys than I can count. Most with my bare hands. So whatever you think you have in store for me you can stick it up your latino ass.”

“Fair enough.” Was all I said. Knowing he has no idea what is about to occur. I have goose bumps myself at going to this place and not the good kind. To say it is a secret club would be an understatement.

5:10AM

Getting Napoleon Dynamite in the backseat was not as hard as I originally thought. Well then again Pete holding a 45 pistol to his head certainly helped. I see the first signs of my product taking effect as his eyes are starting to twitch and his movements slow just slightly. This is good for a guy that says he can kill a man in over a hundred different ways with just his hands and feet.

To get to the club is very interesting and is in the middle of nowhere. When In Jean we take goodsprings rd which is highway 161. Then things become more secluded as we then have to drive to Goodsprings bypass Haul Gravel road. Starting to feel me eses?

After fifteen miles or is a right turn onto Goodsprings bypass. From there we get on Equis Rd. And it is located on the far eastern side of Potosi Mountain. Covered by hard terrain and lots of trees and a small forest. From there is a 2 mile hike slightly northwest.

Potosi Mountain, located in Clark County, Nevada, is one of the six high points surrounding Las Vegas. Potosi Mountain is about 40 miles (50 km) southwest of Las Vegas in the Spring Mountains, in Clark County of southern Nevada. Potosi Mountain was the site of the TWA Flight 3 air crash that killed 22 passengers, most notably the actress Carole Lombard, on January 16, 1942. The Geographic Names Information System lists two variant names for the location: Double Up Mountain and Olcott Peak.

Potosi Mountain serves as a major FM broadcast transmitter site for Las Vegas, with 7 full power FM stations transmitting from the top of Potosi, along with 1 FM Translator. The stations are KNPR 88.9, KCNV 89.7, KOMP 92.3, KPLV 93.1, and KXPT 97.1 all licensed to Las Vegas, KFRH 104.3 licensed to North Las Vegas, and KXTE 107.5, licensed to Pahrump, Nevada. A translator, K276BL, also operates from up here on 103.1, simulcasting KSOS 90.5 from Las Vegas. KXTE was the first tenant to broadcast from the top of the mountain and the first station in the United States to transmit in HD Digital. But what people do not know is one weekend once a month there is also something else that takes place on the lower depths of Potosi Mountain. Something my cousin Cabron is addicted to and as far as I know yours truly is the only one that knows his dirty little secret. The Club is about fifteen miles from the edge of the central southern section of Spring Mountain Ranch State Park.

Spring Mountain Ranch State Park is a state park of Nevada, USA, preserving the historic Sandstone Ranch established in 1876. It is located within the Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area in the Cottonwood Valley, 15.2 miles (24.5 km) west of Las Vegas at its very northern most point.

In the mid-1830s, a campsite was established along the wash that runs through the ranch. The spring-fed creek and grassy meadows formed an oasis for travelers using the alternate route of the Spanish Trail through Cottonwood Valley. The use of the site by pack and wagon trains continued until their replacement by the railroad in 1905. This remote trail was also used extensively by outlaws involved in Indian slave trading, horse stealing and raids upon passing caravans. In 1840, a group of American mountain men and Ute Indians conducted a famous raid on the Mexican Ranchos in California. Mountain Man Bill Williams, a member of the raiding party, brought his band of horses through Red Rock Canyon where he rested the horses from the hard trip across the desert. Apparently he revisited the area several times and for many years afterwards the site of Spring Mountain Ranch was known as the "Old Bill Williams Ranch". Historical Sites at the park include the Main Ranch House; Wilson Cemetery, Sandstone Cabin; Board and Batten bunkhouse; Blacksmith's Shop, Hay and Horse Barn/Corral, Two-Hole Outhouse, Chinchilla Shed and many more.

Because of that anyone that actually located the club by accident makes it seem like a deserted building from the mid 1830’s.
Because of the higher elevation, the ranch offers a diverse opportunity for plant study. Four plant communities are represented: Desert Scrub, Black brush, Pinon-Juniper, and Riparian. Plants typical of the desert as well as woodland can be seen, and with adequate rainfall the spring brings a burst of wildflowers. Common species sighted are desert marigold, globe mallow, brittlebush, Joshua Tree, Mohave Yucca, and indigo bush.

Animal life is diverse but nocturnal, so many species go unseen. Typical desert animals include a variety of lizards and snakes, antelope, ground squirrels, jackrabbits, cottontail rabbits, kit foxes, and coyotes. Higher elevation species include rock squirrel, badger, mule deer, and bighorn sheep. But very few animals exceot snakes are ever seen on the low end slopes of Potosi Mountain.

There are even stories of this particular mountain being haunted but few locals to Las Vegas offer many details on it.
And with that off we do to Potosi Mountain to meet up with Cabron and get us into this exclusive club. I look back a moment in the rear view mirror as good ole Napoleon has a huge smile on his face, his eyes seem glazed over at first. For a split second it occurred to me that he might overdose on seven Cheetos puffs. I thought better of it even though it is spiked with some fuckin pure ass butane hash oil. With each passing minute the effects becomes greater on Napoleon.

“So like dudes where we heading again?” He asks.
“We going to another club.” I tell him.
“Fucking A. Sounds like party time to me.”

Drugs used in medicine are routinely given what is called an LD-50. The LD-50 rating indicates at what dosage fifty percent of test animals receiving a drug will die as a result of drug induced toxicity. A number of researchers have attempted to determine marijuana’s LD-50 rating in test animals, without success. Simply stated, researchers have been unable to give animals enough marijuana to induce death.

At present it is estimated that marijuana’s LD-50 is around 1:20,000 or 1:40,000. In layman terms this means that in order to induce death a marijuana smoker would have to consume 20,000 to 40,000 times as much marijuana as is contained in one marijuana cigarette. NIDA-supplied marijuana cigarettes weigh approximately .9 grams. A smoker would theoretically have to consume nearly 1,500 pounds of marijuana within about fifteen minutes to induce a lethal response.
In practical terms, marijuana cannot induce a lethal response as a result of drug-related toxicity.

Even if someone is smoking marijuana concentrates or ‘dabs’ which can be 3-4 times more potent than their flower counterparts, that’s still hundreds of pounds of marijuana dabs within a 15 minute period. A person would pass out before they experienced a lethal dose level of marijuana. Something could harm the person if they fell while passing out resulting in death, but that’s different than the marijuana itself causing death. Some readers are probably wondering why the federal government fights so hard against marijuana research. Maybe it’s because every time they research marijuana they find out how wrong they are. Thus I can be at ease then my purer than pure BPO induced Cheetos puffs will not cause an overdose to Napoleon before we get to the club.

Some nurses have told me though that THC can cause something called Tachyarrhythmia and that makes you feel not so good. Which is why we fed Napoleon before going to the club and why he will eat and be givin a pill for his heart rate to go up once we get to the club.

Tachycardia is a heart rate that exceeds the normal range. A resting heart rate over 100 beats per minute is generally accepted as tachycardia. Tachycardia can be caused by various factors which often are benign. However, tachycardia can be dangerous depending on the speed and type of rhythm. Note that if it is pathological, a tachycardia is more correctly defined as a tachyarrhythmia. So our new buddy here because of all the BHO will most likely see a drop in his heart rate in the next hour or two.

“Can I have some more. Fuuuuuck that shit is good. You Da Man. You know that Rodrigoo ooooo.” He turns his attention to Pete and see the gun pointing at him. “Yo dude whats with the silver? Fuckinnnnngggggg Chill…already we gonna party like its 1999 or something like that.” He then burst out laughing. “Did I just quote Prince? Damn!” I am just watching for shortness of breath which so far I do not see any of.

Every person in this world is allergic to something, many things. I had a friend in Albuquerque who was allergic to THC and didn’t know for a while, & he would smoke with whoever was smoking around him & each time he would end up dizzy & nauseated and start breaking out and getting short of breath. As long as Napoleon is not allergic to THC I think we are good. But for some reason Napoleon just cannot stop laughing. Damn seven fuckin Cheetos puffs and the full on effects are now taking place. Maybe I am just completely fucked up in the head this morning but there is something that makes me smile about a guy who wanted to kill me and instead now wants to party. All because of my recipe. Ahhh you never know what turns life throws at you. I know it is possible that Napoleon may pass out but soon he will also get some red bull.

Sunday 6:11 AM

We have finally made it to Potosi Mountain after parking car near lots of shrubbery near a sea of other cars about a quarter of a mile past a dirt road that leads off the main path. It is now time to begin the two mile walk to the club. We are already late as the club opens at 6am.

“Yo Rod man how come your buddy does not talk much?” Napoleon asks me.
I turn around “That is cause you karate chopped him in the neck. Seems like Pete has problems speaking now or is just resting his voice. Just hope he does not develop a speech impediment.”

Napoleon is stumbling on some rocks, granite and sand as we descend ever so slightly higher up the slope of this mountain. “ Dude…like wow. My bad!”

Pete just looks at him and continues walking. Letting out a smile as Napoleon as falling down, tripping over some more rocks. He slowly gets up and continues walking northeast like nothing ever occurred. Here is ABQ’s dilemma. This guy wanted to kill me and now I have actual compassions cause he eat too many Cheetos and who knows who he will react to that much TCP in his system. I figure we are less than a mile now and to say this place is secluded would be an understatement. The wind starts to whip and and blows sand in all of our faces.

“What the fuuuuuuuuuuk! Hope this not some biblical end times. That would like so suck balls. You know Rod Man?” Napoleon looks back at me. I can only smile.

I am pushing back trees leaves, stepping over formation of rocks, sand in my face. Yet we all push on like some sort of journey from “Lord of the Rings.” Not sure if I ever heard Pete stay this quiet for this long. Maybe I should of karate chopped him to the neck a long time ago. Like he is so quiet almost as if he is not there. After ten minutes we come to another gravel road. I look up at the sign and it says “Dead man Pass” with an arrow point due west.

Luckily for me I have been here once before so I know what this club I about. I feel for Pete who is in for the shock of his life, Napoleon I have no fuckin idea what he will think. I best guess is he will be down for what goes on in the club and go with the flow. That is if he does not pass out first from too much weed. As we inch forward to the club, goose bumps have returned on my arms and legs. This is scary for me as well. The path now goes north as we climb slightly higher, a large log is slightly ahead of us that we have to jump over. Napoleoen of course trips and his face hits a bunch of thick moss.

However this time he does not get up. I slap his face lightly but that does not work. I cannot believe that it looks like this motherfucker has passed out on me. Pete and I grab Napoleon and start to drag him thru the thick moss. One benefit is he is light as hell. Downside is he is still passed the fuck out. Pete bitch slaps him as I throw water on him. And with that we have life again as poor ole Napoleon has woken up from his stupor.

“Dudes. I am alright. I’m cooler than The Marlboro Man. Chill.” Napoleon says and I just cannot fathom how different this guy is high as hell as when he is corporate security for Frito Lay. I guess after spending a bunch of time down in Juarez I forgot about the whole Frito lay truck incident. I look at my watch and see the time and for some reason Anitana flashes in my head. That is the thing about the subconscious mind sometimes memories flood and we do not know why. Other times if one thinks about it comes down to time. This is around the time when we were together as a couple she would give me morning head. I shake my head and try not to think about that as it only makes me sad as we continue to walk. Sometimes we just do not realize how time affects us in so many ways.

Finally, I can see the club as we walk closer. There is an electrical fence that surrounds this castle like building. Inside that fence is another fence that surrounds the building.

Pete sees it too and finally tries to speak. “Whatttttt the ffffffffff.”

I grab his shoulder and say this “Pete I know…right!. Save your voice you will need it inside the Club. I look at Napoleon who has a puzzled look on his face, he turns his head to the right and just smiles. “Whoah!”

Compared to castles in Europe and the Middle east this one is quite small. And of course to give the appearance that it is abandoned. The word Castles per say has becomes a broad term in the past few decades but usually consider it to be the private fortified residence of a lord or noble. This is distinct from a palace, which is not fortified; from a fortress, which was not always a residence for nobility; and from a fortified settlement, which was a public defense – though there are many similarities among these types of construction. Usage of the term has varied over time and has been applied to structures as diverse as hill forts and country houses. Go figure eses.

A European innovation, castles originated in the 9th and 10th centuries, after the fall of the Carolingian Empire resulted in its territory being divided among individual lords and princes. These nobles built castles to control the area immediately surrounding them, and were both offensive and defensive structures; they provided a base from which raids could be launched as well as protection from enemies. Although their military origins are often emphasized in castle studies, the structures also served as centers of administration and symbols of power. Urban castles were used to control the local populace and important travel routes, and rural castles were often situated near features that were integral to life in the community, such as mills and fertile land.

Many castles were originally built from earth and timber, but had their defenses replaced later by stone. Early castles often exploited natural defenses, and lacked features such as towers and arrow slits and relied on a central keep. In the late 12th and early 13th centuries, a scientific approach to castle defense emerged. This led to the proliferation of towers, with an emphasis on flanking fire. Many new castles were polygonal or relied on concentric defense – several stages of defense within each other that could all function at the same time to maximize the castle's firepower. These changes in defense have been attributed to a mixture of castle technology from the Crusades, such as concentric fortification, and inspiration from earlier defenses such as Roman forts. Not all the elements of castle architecture were military in nature, and devices such as moats evolved from their original purpose of defense into symbols of power. Some grand castles had long winding approaches intended to impress and dominate their landscape.

Although gunpowder was introduced to Europe in the 14th century, it did not significantly affect castle building until the 15th century, when artillery became powerful enough to break through stone walls. While castles continued to be built well into the 16th century, new techniques to deal with improved cannon fire made them uncomfortable and undesirable places to live. As a result, true castles went into decline and were replaced by artillery forts with no role in civil administration, and country houses that were indefensible. From the 18th century onwards, there was a renewed interest in castles with the construction of mock castles, part of a romantic revival of Gothic architecture, but they had no military purpose. Go figure!
However, this castle is just for show and tell the real action is down below and what an interesting site it is. And with that I see Cabron walking toward us.

“You guys are late.” He tells me.
“I know we had to fed ole Napoleon here. Rememeber cuz this aint an easy place to find. Before I forget he had had like seven Cheetos so he is high as fuck.”

“Alright. Damn!” Was all Cabron can say.
“So you will take care of this issue for me?”

“Yep. He is in for a wild ride. “ Cabron says as we begin to walk toward the fence. At the moment both gates are open and the electricity seems to be off. I can only think that is a good thing.

Five minutes later

Cabron, Pete, Napoleon, myself and like seven other people (five dudes and two goth chicks join us in the elevator doing down. My heart is racing faster as I close my eyes for a good five seconds before reopening them. I forgot just how far below this club is from the main areas of the castle. Finally we come to a complete stop. Even though I know nothing has happened yet my feet do not want to move. Cabron pushes me forward and into the club of all clubs.

A combination of punk rock and electronic music is blasting thru the speakers as there seems to be one on each corner of the ceiling. I look closer as something type of red residue is dripping down some of the concrete walls. It has the feel of a tomb with the concrete walls.

Trying to adjust my eyes to what I see as red seems to be flowing thru even faster. I turn around as it now seems to be coming down thru all the concrete walls and even the two pillars even hitting the ground now at an accelerated pace. The more I look down as it is coming closer to our feet it looks like blood. First time I have been here before the real action starts.

I look around the incredibly large dance floor as there are at least I would say eighty people here maybe more. I cannot help but think to myself at this bizaree fetish. Some of these girls I see are hot. One winks back at me. Usually ABQ would go up to her and have some bling bling fun but not on this morning. I turn around and look up as the DJ thru bulletproof glass is about to begin his incredibly long shift. The first thing that pops in my head is I wonder how he got this job? Not like you can advertise it in the newspaper unless it is all incognito. DJ wanted once a month for at least 12 hour shift for unique club, must be willing to travel to a very outlining area. No questions asked.

Just to think very soon this place transforms into something totally different, the extreme of gothic, something I would never of believed in my wildest dreams that certain people actually fantasize about this. As I finish my thought the elevator brings down another ten people. As they roam around the dance floor waiting for this party to get under way.

“Whats his name?” Cabron asks me.
“I call him Napoleon.”

“Napoloen cmon lets go have some fun.” Cabron looks back at me and Pete. “You guys stay up there with the DJ for a few hours.
Do not under any circumstance come down here. I want Pete to see what this club is about. Then the two of you skedaddle and go sling some more on the strip. Comprende?”

I only nod in agreement. “Hell yeah lets get this soiree started.” Napoleon says as they leave and head to the corner where there is food. I wonder how much Cabron had to pay to get four people in here? I look at Pete who is still quiet. I wonder what he is thinking.

I see Cabron, Napoleon and a bunch of others take two pills each. There are just some things a person should not have to see and this is one of them. What they just took is a new designer drug of choice called “bath salts.” The ingredients in “bath salts” Methylenedioxypyrovalerone (MDPV), mephedrone, and pyrovaleroneave form a toxic combination of stimulants that can lead to psychotic behavior. Bath salts users may experience hallucinations, lose touch with reality and can easily become overheated. (which will soon explain why everyone who takes a few pills will become naked.

Previous users of the drug say while “Bath Salts” are unlike any other narcotic, they resemble the high felt with a mix of cocaine and an amphetamine.

Cabron has told me it takes a good thirty minutes for the drug to kick in. But food has to be consumed twenty minutes after the drug otherwise all hell breaks lose. The effects start at fifteen minutes after taking it and at first it is more of an hallucinogen with even some of the same effects as weed as it gets you high and makes you quite hungry. Even though Cabron has told us to go upstairs already I want to see them eat. This will become a scary place soon but there is some intrigue that I cannot deny.

Urban legend contends that steak tartare was invented by the Tatar or Tartar people, a group native Eastern Europe and Russia. The tribe spent so much time fighting and traveling on horseback that they didn’t have time to chop up their meat; instead, they put slabs of meat beneath their saddles for easier transit. The combination of spices in the current version were supposedly spices used to cover the flavor of rancid meat and horse sweat.

Twenty Minutes Later:

So what are they eating at such a fast and ravenousness pace? Some say this legend is only urban myth, as it turns out. Steak tartare which is what they are eating was invented in the 19th century in France, and served at posh French restaurants with the name steack a l’Americaine. Initially, the dish had tartar sauce or horseradish on the side, and was not served with a raw egg yolk. The name was eventually changed to, simply, steack tartare, which simply means “with tartar sauce.”

Although you could chop up a piece of steak and eat it, the combination of Worcestershire sauce, pepper, onions, and capers makes steak tartare delicious and rich. It’s a great way to get your palate used to the texture and flavor of raw meat, before you become a member of what is going to happen to everyone currently eating.. Additionally, while most steak tartare recipes call for beef, you can also make it with horse meat, thereby reenacting that scene from some TV show. Here is a recipe that Cabron shared with me. When he finally told me this I saw just how sick his fetish was.

Ingredients:
Assorted fresh greens
12 ounces beef tenderloin or sirloin
Worcestershire sauce
Hot pepper sauce
Salt
Black Pepper
2 tablespoons drained capers
2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
1/3 cup minced red onion
1/3 cup finely chopped parsley
2 eggs
4 slices of white bread, crusts removed, brushed with olive oil and lightly toasted
Extra-virgin olive oil
Directions:

Garnish 2 plates with the fresh greens.
Place the beef on a cutting board and finely chop with a very sharp knife. Season to taste with Worcestershire sauce, hot pepper sauce, salt and black pepper. Shape the meat into 2 patties of equal size and center each on a plate of fresh greens.

Around each meat patty arrange half of the capers, Dijon mustard, red onion and parsley. Carefully break the 2 eggs, reserving the yolk and half of each shell. Place the yolks in their eggshell cups, then sit an egg cup in the center of each patty. Serve the steak tartare with toast points, olive oil, and hot pepper sauce and Worcestershire sauces on the side. Or another way:

INSTRUCTIONS
Combine anchovies (if using), capers, and mustard in a nonreactive bowl. Using a fork or the back of a spoon, mash ingredients until evenly combined; mix in egg yolks.
Use a rubber spatula to fold remaining ingredients into mustard mixture until thoroughly combined. Season well with salt and freshly ground black pepper. Serve immediately with toast points or french fries.

However there is one more thing that must be done before this party can get under way. It is referred to as throwing Haitian Powder on each person and letting it soak into the skin. But exactly what is it made of?

A researcher in the 1800’s collected eight samples of this powder in four regions of Haiti. Their ingredients were not identical, but seven of the eight samples had four ingredients in common:

• One or more species of puffer fish, which often contain a deadly neurotoxin called tetrodotoxin
• A marine toad (Bufo marinus), which produces numerous toxic substances
• A hyla tree frog (Osteopilus dominicensis), which secretes an irritating (but not deadly) substance
• Human remains (Yep you heard me right)

In addition, the powders contained other plant and animal ingredients, like lizards and spiders, which would be likely to irritate the skin. Some even included ground glass.

The use of puffer fish intrigued the researcher. Tetrodotoxin causes paralysis and death, and victims of tetrodotoxin poisoning often remain conscious until just before death. The paralysis prevents them from reacting to stimuli. Doctors have also documented cases in which people ingested tetrodotoxin and appeared dead but eventually made a complete recovery.

The researcher theorized that the powder, applied topically, created irritation and breaks in the victim's skin. The tetrodotoxin could then pass into the bloodstream, paralyzing the victim and causing him to appear dead. The family would bury the victim, and the undertaker would remove the body from the grave. If all had gone well, the poison would wear off and the victim would believe himself to be a something entirely different.

Tetrodotoxin definitely causes paralysis and death, and researchers have documented cases in which people have recovered from near-fatal tetrodotoxin poisoning. Some of the samples researcher brought back to the United States also produced dramatic results when applied to the shaved skin of rats and a rhesus monkey. The subjects became lethargic and then immobile, but they eventually recovered completely.

Ten minutes later everyone who had this synthesized Haitian powder on them dropped to the floor their faces in blood from the ground. All seem to be unconscious.

“What the fuck kind of club is this?” Pete says finally speaking although in a raspy tone as he hits my shoulder with both hands.

TO BE CONTINUED

Episode 11- WTF!

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Episode 11 may be out as soon as this weekend. The reason is this is a two-parter.

1> What the heck is going to happen at this Club?
2> But the real question is this, does this type of club actually exist? You may be surprised at the answer to that.
3> If ABQ gets out alive will he actually keep his apt with the retired Us Marshall.
4> What will become of Napoleon?

Stay tuned...