Avis Grey was a drug dealer with rugged brown hair that came past the shoulder, a beard that had almost the same consistency and length.
A strange kind of man able to form a conversation with any stranger as if they had been friends for years. Making deals of all kinds not just drugs. Mixing with the suburban commoner and homeless straggler alike.
Forming alliances. Solving grievances without spilling blood, always forming some sort of arrangement that fit all parties.
He was the master at fleshing out unlawful beneficial symbiosis. People went to him, he never turned them away. Most of their problems eventually got fixed.
He was able to see what cops overlooked, his loose eye picked up on other´s needs, their loose ends. he lived among the problematic, he didn't just deal drugs he dealt resolution and even opportunity.
One day a crook suit from the city turned up. He had been closely watching the local affairs and found his moment to pounce. He offered the local producers more cash, He sold their product cheaper and hosted big Raves where a dealer could change his mask every hour.
So the local town's youth became drug addicts, instead of their course tuition or new shoes it was pills dope and crack.
Avis Grey fixed up his beaten up caravan and drove away to another small town, that needed a fixer or just a fix. Until the next city suit came to replace him and become a financial success.
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