Just an Aside: An Accomplice in Trenton
Long story short:
2009 or 2010, I enter a liquor store in a relatively safe section of Trenton, New Jersey. It’s still within sight and earshot of the city’s most notorious streets.
What was I looking for? I was in search of, gasp, older bottles of Pyrat rum. Yes, I drank Pyrat and, gasp again, I still do enjoy it as a mixer and role player in sangria or modified mimosas or hard lemonades.
The clerk sees me, he quickly notes that I don’t fit the demographic and that I could be a college student. He warms up to me with disarming ease. There is a confidence in his approach that indicates to me that he’s done this before. Seeing my fair skin and that I appear to be roughly 21, he tells me he has exactly what I am looking for. He knows it. He waves me to a back room, off limits to customers. He has a set of refrigerators, 8 of them, lining a wall, all filled with the newly criminalized… FourLOKO.
Everything priced to move, no gouging here. Verbally I was offered a bulk rate, cash only. Just pull you car up to the back.
He was my first “accomplice,” which is a manager, clerk, or owner who is in on and solicits illegal sales.
And no, motherfucker, I don’t want any FourLOKO.
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