I've been a bucket chemist for the last 15 years. Chemistry is a funny science; a lab chemist mixes small amounts of chemicals that produce a certain result. Now if you increase the amount of chemicals to fill a bucket, but do not change the ratio, you would expect the result to be the same. But it's not. The same ratios of chemicals mixed in volume will produce an entirely different result. This is called bucket chemistry.
This is how I came to be in my present situation. I went to work for Big Mike the local drug dealer. I was his new boy, his chemist. My job was to make him drugs on a bucket scale. For the last 15 years I've worked only with cement so this was a radical job change for me. I can't say I chose it as much as Mike chose me. It came to a choice of to work for him or die. I decided to take the work.
I've been working for big Mike for about 6 months now. I haven't enjoyed it and I really hate him. Well, last week I had a serendipitous discovery. Big Mike has me constantly looking for better ways to make drugs or even new drugs he can sell. Well, my discovery may change all that. Let me tell you what happened.
I was putting the finishing touches on my newest creation. It was an even more potent form of the drug ecstasy. I like working on love drugs. They don't really harm anyone and they are an easy addiction to break. I'm sure you've seen the commercials about how ecstasy kills. The advertisements make it out to be even more dangerous than speed. Well, if you check into the statistics you'll find that in America only about 50 people a year die from ecstasy. This is slightly less than the number of people killed by stepping in front of a bus each year.
Big Mike requires that every batch of stuff I make be tested. He doesn't want the police looking for him because I messed up and people start dropping dead around me. Because of that I receive a new test subject every time. Mike's boys try to snatch good looking girls because after I'm done with them the boys use them sexually before dumping them back out onto the street. The test subject his boys brought in this time was a real beauty.
She was a good six feet tall with plenty of curves. Gorgeous blonde hair and an hourglass figure made her a real sight to behold. She was wearing a short metallic gold miniskirt and top. She was also a real handful. Two of the boys brought her in and she fought them all the way. And that is how it happened. As the little group passed my working table, she lashed out with a foot and knocked a can of soda pop into my bucket of ecstasy. I was pretty pissed because that might have ruined the whole batch.
The boys shackled her to the bed I keep in the workshop. It's got restraints at all four corners so that the subject will be spread eagle on the bed. Now I had a drug ready to test, but I decided to hold off and try the ecstasy on her. After all she spoiled it, she could take the consequences.
It took me another few hours to finish the ecstasy. I like to put mine in Gel caps. Nobody else does it and I always know my work when I see it. While I was finishing this the blonde kept up a tirade about me, my sexual habits, choice of partners, overall cleanliness and anything else mean and nasty she could think of.