[b]Luke Braxton - Atlanta Georgia - [/b]

Over the past two and a half weeks Luke's life had changed. Usually he didn't appreciate change too much for various reasons, sure getting out of LA was a good change. But plenty of bad change was in his life his father's death, his older brother's Craig being sentenced to prison.

Although he had a strict motto for his life, me first, everyone else last he still cared about his family especially his brother. Craig had taught him everything he knew about the drug game and all other criminal pursuits he engaged in. Plus with the way the world was going, all the technology the Government was coming up with drug dealing was becoming harder and less profitable every day. But this change was good, this was the thing of every comic book fan's dreams. At first he thought it was a side effect of his latest acid trip, yeah he'd picked the wrong day to drop acid. The day off the storms, the planes going down, all of that he was tripping balls. While he was vibing out to Pink Floyd, and Chance the Rapper's mixtape Acid Rap, the whole world was coming to an end at least to him..but to be fair a pretty good chunk of the world too.

That couldn't even be described as a bad trip, a psychedelic nightmare was more accurate to determine how that trip went. So when he started hearing voices..in his head after that he figured Lucy had finally turned his back on him for good. Luke was sitting down on his apartment with J Cole's High for Hours playing in the back-ground as he was taking constant drags of his back-wood filled with Sour Diesel, one of his favorite strains of marijuana.

[i]Oh my god this shit is dank as fuck! Oh shit! Fuck my other dealer, Luke's the man!!!![/i] He chuckled hearing thoughts of a fellow college student he'd just sold an 8th of bud too walking down the steps having just bought from him moments before. He'd allowed him to hit his bong which he of course named Mr. Braxton to sample the weed before he bought it.

[i]Man fuck him! Your not gonna give me a fucking raise, after busting my ass, and all the over time!!!!! Piece of shit!!! AHH! [/i] Looking outside his window he saw a man in business attire walking through the streets extremely pissed off. 

It had started as a nightmare, hearing voices, but then he learned how to focus on certain voices, and then he realized the voices were thoughts in people's heads. Being a drug dealer, and able to hear the thoughts of other people was a god-send. If someone was planning to jump him or rip him off he'd know, if someone planned on telling on him he'd know.

That wasn't even the half of it though it seemed. He finished the blunt which was now a roach and with just his mind he moved the marijuana roach from his hand over to the table letting it sit.  "Hmm this is incredible this is great.." He could be the laziest stoner in the world now he literally never had to get up off his couch. With a wave of his hand or with even more focus his mind itself no matter how baked he was he could bring over to him via the force.

Honestly there wasn't even a need for the remote he could press the buttons on the TV and change the channel with his...mind. His phone was buzzing and he looked down to see it was another series of his texts from his current girlfriend. Tamara Williams, he'd met her at college,  she was a year older then him and due to graduate this year. They'd clicked on a-lot of things, and he came to find out that his brother Craig use to sell drugs with her younger brother Devon and they were both arrested in the same raid. In hindsight that wasn't the best bonding information, and definitely not ideal material to bring up at a family reunion. Still whens he found out he was moving drugs she didn't take too kindly, ranting about how Devon never thought he'd be caught and even comparing him to his own brother. Still even if he wasn't the most faithful guy when it came to relationships Tamara was different. She was smart, attractive, had a plan to be successful, and cared about him which is the only reason he even dealt with her pestering.

[i]Ion care if you wanna smoke the shit! That's fine, you ain't gonna get in trouble, but my roommate and her mans always talking about how they keep on getting good ass shit from you, how you think that makes me feel! It's not even like you being low-key, everyone on fucking campus knows about you, and I know you ain't just gonna stop there! Just think about it, we tryna be lawyers, ain't no need to do this you already made ya money selling just stop! I hope yo dumb ass listen to me...but wyd later..bae?[/i]

Luke rolled his eyes as he read the text, Tamara was someone he was willing to try the latest aspect of his power on. Just as he was thinking that and getting to respond to his text he heard a knock on his door. He got up and listened in to hear the thoughts of the person behind the door then bolted up.

[i]God damn it Luke always got this whole place smelling like Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa live here, I get it at night and shit btu all fucking day jesus.[/i]

Luke came and opened the door to see one of his neighbors who didn't really mind weed, but was mad that Luke was smoking it 24/7. "Aye man..what the fuck you want.." He said as smoke was drifting out the door and his neighbor grimaced at the smell.

"Not shit except fresh air ya digg, I mean bruh can you at least get some fucking air freshner, use a towel, a fan, like what the fuck, fuck you gonna do if the police show up, ."

"Not open the motherfucking door man, can you get the fuck, if your not talking about money, then bounce." Luke said flatly not wanting to deal with him.

"Oh..you wanna get smart bruh you wanna get smart! Dumb ass! I will fuck you up! I've had it up to here with ya shit, I Try to be considerate about this shit but you wanna."

"How about this! You don't even pay rent, you live with ya girl, and you bitch more then her. [i][b] Break up with her!Move out! Today. Pack some of your shit and leave.[/b][/i]" Luke barked at the man trying to replicate an incident that had happened a few times this week.

His neighbor looked at him and seemed calm. "You know what man I'm out, fuck this. Ion understand how Shannon can stand this shit. I'm done with this place, and her, and fuck you I'm out." The man stormed away and Luke grinned as he closed the door.

[i]This is awesome....so I really can push thoughts into people's heads, no telling what else I can do...I Dead ass need to read up on Professor X, hell all of them fools with these type of skills....I wonder if there's other people..like me...well...ain't as good as me though, this just a sign I can really do whatever the fuck I want...I'm gonna be the best drug dealer in the world, fuck that I'm gonna be the greatest man in the world.[/i]

Luke was filled with thoughts of success and beaming with joy a combination of his success use of his power, and the potent weed he'd just smoked. "Shit honestly I can probably even get Tamara's ass to calm down oohhh....shit." Luke walked over to his phone grabbing it and heading over to the couch pressing the on the button with his mind as he went to text back his girlfriend. He stopped mid text to open up both his uber and lyft apps he enjoyed driving people around high, and thanks to the ability to read minds his job was getting even more fun.