I can't find the name of the comedian who complained, approximately: "You always hear on the news about drug deals that went wrong. Why don't they ever talk about the thousands of drug deals that went right?"
Because they aren't newsworthy, of course. And they wouldn't make very good fiction.
So you can be pretty sure something is going to go pear-shaped in this tale of three crooks who come up with a brilliant new way to move cocaine around the city.
Melinda is the bright one, and she has built a drone capable of flying five pounds of product. Billy the narrator, and his short-on-impulse-control brother Richie have the connections with a major drug dealer with the not-at-all-ominous name of T. Rex.. All they need is to demonstrate what inventors call "proof of concept" and they are in for a very profitable partnership.
What could go wrong? Oh, something or other. Take it away, Richie:
"Well, there was a wrench up on the roof, and I hit him with it, and that all turned into a thing."
Yeah, I hate it when that happens. Good story.
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