This here is the story of two brothers,
Jake and Randolf Crewes,
who thought of themselves as
the last of the independents.
They found themselves one day
holed up in Calaveras County
on the last, gleaming edge
of the American frontier.
is a low-down hole, good
for nothing but going out
and getting lost in.
Kind of place a man can find some
park a double wide
and cook up some nasty shit.
Sudafed, iodine, Sodium Hydroxide
they get it out of Drano
dry ammonia, match-heads,
Coleman camp fuel
stripping out batteries, lithium in alcohol
shake and bake crystals, HCI, ammonia
keep them coffee filters
get you higher than a bastard.
Jake and Randy made a
reasonable product upwards 50 pure,
in time they came to see themselves
as American entrepreneurs
in the time of the
Demand was strong up in Vallecito
but the local money was weak
It is not in the nature of the brothers Crewes
to nickel and dime
when the serious money
was waiting down the highway –
so a deal was struck with one Henry Lee Rook
way on down in Tulare.
Two-bit critty for the armpickers,
6K a pound.
The Vasquez boys, Marcos and Castel
did the heavy lifting,
drove the package down Highway 99
to Mr Henry Lee Rook.
Things were going good,
money rollin’ in like snow.
The Vasquez boys, though, they could count
and they got a little entrepreneurial theyselves….
When the count came back three bills light
the first time, the boys figured
the market was slow.
and when it came back three bills light
the second time, they cursed
Mr. Henry Lee Rook.
It was the third time that got their attention.
A cold Sonora November dawn out off
the Big Hill Road,
the Vasquez boys get called in for coffee.
The package run is delayed
Meanwhile, Randy’s haulin’ ass
down Highway 99
to discuss some pressing business with
Mr. Henry Lee Rook.
Last time anyone seen them
Vasquez boys alive
they were gassing up
at an Arco just outside Madera.
Just off that Golden State Freeway.
Just off that highway to the good life.
Just off the mainline.
Just off the “hope” and “change”.
The moral of the story,
such that it has one,
is that we live on a new, thin edge
of a different American Frontier.
One where, if you want to get ahead
you ask not who will permit you
but one where you bare your teeth and you ask
who exactly the fuck will stop you.