The Kings Of Cool

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Scott Munson drives to the pull-off on the Ortega Highway that winds through the hills east of San Juan Capistrano.

The customer’s already there.

For three pounds of Ben and Chon’s best boo.

He’s a new customer, and delivering this kind of weight to a newbie is a violation of Ben and Chon’s rules, but three pounds is $12,000-a profit of $2,400-and if the newbie turns into a regular-which he will once his customers get a taste of this shit-Scott is looking at a new income stream.

Which he needs because he wants to give Traci a ring for her birthday-speaking of violations of Ben and Chon’s rules, Traci is a ride-along on this delivery Strictly verboten.

(“Another word for ‘passenger,’” Chon has lectured the sales force, “is ‘witness.’ Another synonym is ‘snitch.’

“You don’t want to put your friends and loved ones in a morally impossible situation,” Ben added, “in which they have to choose between their loyalty to you and their freedom. Just don’t do it.”)

Yeah, fair enough, but you try to tell Traci she isn’t coming for a ride.

Shoulder-length auburn hair, tight rack, almond eyes, and the sweetest personality in South Orange County. Let Chon tell her she has to sit at home while you drive out to East Jesus More B amp;C Rules:

Your customers never come to your house, you go to them

You make your meets in remote areas between nine PM and six AM, because cops don’t like to work those hours. three out of four ain’t bad, and what B amp;C don’t know won’t hurt them, so you let her come along because it’s a long drive and you like to smell her hair.

“Just wait in the car,” Scott tells her as he pulls over. “This will only take a minute.”

“Cool.”

He leaves the battery on so she can listen to the radio and gets out.