There had been a crime. Some gangly boyscout with a pocket knife stabbed a liquor store clerk in the chest while screaming something about "rope knots" and stumbled off with 37 dollars and 14 bottles of purple Mad Dog. There was also a cop. A dirty cop. A dirty lieutenant actually, who had vicious methylenedioxypyrovalerone, alpha-pyrrolidinopentiophenone, and dihydrodesoxymorphine habits. It just so happened that during one particularly heavy "bath" that the lieutenant got the call to pursue the "stabber". In his denigrated mental state, and with the loaded notion of justice in his holster, what ensued was a ferocious, sordid, and violent drug-fueled game of cat and mouse, leaving a swath of depravity and destruction in it's wake. Will there be a victor, or just two degenerates, ultimately wasting their energy between fixes?
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