The Batch

They had invited all the district meth-heads around to buy their product, the purest crystal-meth that money could buy. Of course they were quite eager as there were free samples being handed out, but that was to lure the customers in so that they would have a ready supply of clients that would purchase their wares. Two days later they returned to purchase some more and were given a few freebies, they left quite pleased with their purchase. As the day went by there was a steady stream of conversation about the most recent meth, one person ended up lying on their bed unable to move, thirteen were sent to the psychiatric hostel for treatment and there were complaints all round. Wild stories filled the air, “Anthony fell asleep on the kitchen floor and when he woke up the batch was nearly finished and then he finished it off”, there were accusations that it was the worst meth they had ever purchased, but how was he to know, they said there were thirty-seven different chemicals and poisons in the meth, DDT, 245T, apparently they had thrown everything they could find and brewed it up and sold it, to their associates that never got the job done and to polish off any witnesses. But it could have been all their delusional bullshit, although he heard the constant stream of visitors to the house on two different nights and the engaging two word comments about meth. Stories that told of meth addicts being told to sit around and abuse this jerk off loser on the internet who was a paedophile and that their security detail would ensure that he did not re-offend. Their peculiar unit was called SOCOG, Secure Operations Command Outpost Group and they had some simple ID cards printed up to show people and a couple of photos of when they drugged, raped and kidnapped and setup their target, which convinced most people who were shown the photos.Their meth associates gladly agreed, they could sit around all day frying their brains and smoke meth and have a good time. Though of course, during the day someone would creep gently in and deposit a small amount of LSD or STP-50 into their food or drink, slightly trippy and not aware of the small tiny voices that issued commands throughout the day. But things had gone awry with the last batch and their pot-of-gold treasure hunt ideas were running thin on the ground, twenty-five million dollars was going to be paid by the CIA for their ground breaking mind control program which was basically, an ill conceived method of drugging the victim with psycho tropic substances and whispering through little speakers located in the house, it worked for a while until he started putting an iron bar horizontally across the door and a forty-five degree angled piece of wood under the door handle, and when he left during the day he contrived a wire and pieces of wood device around the clasp lock on the back door, this made entry to his house impossible they said, even to the most professional burglars who said it was impossible to pick the lock and put the puzzle back in the same way, not even the Victorian Police Force , ASIO or the CIA could get in to his house. They told their associates that he would make an APP that they could steal and put on the Apple App Store themselves and make a lot of money for them, and of course many were told that they would be receiving a ten thousand dollar USD bonus for helping roll-out their covert mind control program, which they had dreams of selling to the CIA and then to criminal organisations around the world, but of course, they were hideously deranged, after two or three days of three of their group smoking crystal meth, they had basically fried their brains and were now deranged monkeys.

He sat at his desk in the kitchen and listened to the silence as he typed, there were hushed whispers at times and the occasional comment but nothing much disturbed him on this mild Saturday morning.