Joseph Cox

Hands on your backs!

And that's the first bit of bad luck, and they seize all the drugs.

But more importantly, they seize the drugs, but of course they shut down the lab, and that's Microsoft's sort of drug infrastructure pushed out of the window.

So that's very concerning.

Microsoft continues doing odd jobs here and there.

He's then trying to do another sort of twilight drop of cocaine in the ocean near Japan, and something happens where there's a combination of a lot of bad weather, and then also apparently the Japanese Navy get a tip-off that something is going on, and they raid the boat, and that operation falls apart as well.

Finally,

he spins up another amphetamine smuggling operation.

Like, okay, rather than building the lab, I'm just going to go to somebody I know who already has one, who can make it, and then I will smuggle it across Europe or wherever.

And he does that.

There's a seizure here or there.

It's like, okay, the cost of doing business.

But then again, again, and again,

the cops keep raiding his safe houses, even though it's a different safe house every time.

And it's like, how the hell are the cops finding out where my drugs are every single time?

And he's running out of money, especially because he operates on credit a lot, where he will sell drugs when they haven't actually arrived yet.

So he's trying to balance his master spreadsheet while...

His drugs are all being seized and it's a complete mess.

He ends up with these stress rashes all across his body.

He's figuring out where his next sort of paycheck is going to be until eventually he basically emits defeat.