Many hands make light work Stories

“Frankie, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into?” I asked myself out loud, longing to hear any other fucking human voice. Or anything. Something was off with this island. It was too god damned quiet. I was running medicine, bought at Canadian wholesale prices for pennies and sold by the ‘off books’ pharmacies for cheap. I make a mint and the poor American saps don’t have to pay no fuckin’ huge copay. Everybody wins....