IDEA - 8-28-2020
by
Patrick Ryan
1,561 Words
It wasn't a terrible marriage; Tara told herself as she settled in for another night of Netflix and pizza on her own while her husband worked his second job. Work during the day and lounge at night, no children, no purpose, and no marriage, as they worked all the time. She started to feel depressed the day after her 30th birthday that she was wasting her life. Knowing that she was down, a friend from work called her and asked if she wanted to have a drink. She accepted, and they went to a club called Scorpion. It was there that they were persuaded to try a new drug called Sugar, which was basically overpriced Adderall. After a night of flirting and drinking, the drug dealer reveals that he's going to be killed because he persuaded his boss to buy this Sugar as it was popular on college campuses. Curious, the women follow him to his car, where he unveils a trunk full of Sugar. "Everyone already has a dealer; they don't want this Sugar." Tara takes a stick of watermelon lipstick out of her purse and places on a thick layer and kisses a sugar packet. "You need a brand, how about Watermelon Lipstick?" The drug dealer shrugs as Tara kisses each packet in the trunk. About a month later, the drug dealer was waiting for Tara outside her job. The branding idea had succeeded, he was able to sell the whole trunk, and the demand shot through the roof. He said he was trying to mimic the watermelon kiss, but it wasn't the same thing. Tara offers to help, but she needs to be paid. Was this the opportunity her life had been calling out for her? The thing about illegal drugs, it's all good until it isn't.
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