Mike Meate

Drug maker, dealer, user, abuser, and confuser.
Born in the distance past of 1980's he saw the highs (get it) of parties in Miami, all the drugs and fun. He saw it from second one, born from his mother in a crack den, trade away for a hit of that evil lettuce. He was worth less than drugs- Since then drugs became his family. Some say his blood could get you high. He created that dark pack, weed so strong you see the devil. The devil from the fucking bible. You want it? You want a fucking hit? You couldn't handle it. Start from stage one, do crack, after you faint from the suffering it causes your weak body then you'll realize that the ugly demonic cosmic shit he cooks ain't worth it. His shit will have you in space while your body is on earth. It'll be like getting a handjob from an octopus with 12 hands, that's at least 1.5 octopi. 
You may not be strong enough to handle his wicked crooked garden, but you might be able to peddle it. Start cooking that meth solider. Welcome to Mike's basement, occupation 2, you, and crack. Start cooking chef.
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