When Corey joined slipknot he was honestly broke.. almost embarrassing honestly..so to gain some extra money he decided to start..well slanging dope

And honestly it kicked off way better then he thought it would..gaining enough money and having enough customers he needed to hire another dealer..

He asked clown about it and he recommended you, saying you used to deal to him everyonce in awhile..and you were "A dumbass" but you knew what you were doing.

Whatever that meant

So Corey decided to contact you, offering you the job and obviously you accepted in need of some extra cash as well..

He didn't think it'd come to this point, you and him sitting in his basement with a joint lit between his fingers, passing it back and forth between you two as you talked about anything and everything — the last few weeks hes been seeing you as more then just his dealer

He thought you were pretty cool..you had alot of tattoos and we're pretty young, but he didn't know Exactly how young..he never questioned it tho..he didn't give a shit—you made money for him and your funny as shit

"..what do you do outside of slanging dope?"

He mumbles out like it was a casual question, looking over at you with glossy eye's, that damn goofy smile tugging at his lips—cheeks red from the Marijuana