"We're also out of a couple of other stuff I need to make my next batch of '[i]blast[/i]'. I'm going out to buy some groceries." John said as he dropped his empty mug in the sink already half full with dirty dishes. He then took a pack of smokes from his pocket and took a stick out. He held place it on his lips and lighted it. John took a deep breathe of the tobacco smoke and after a few seconds, let it out through his nostrils. 

"By the way Ray, some kids are having some kind of party at northside, at the "[i]clean[/i]" part of the city. Some rich kid's been posting about some big rave over at his house. Seems like a good place to sell some acid. I've already made some yesterday when I've heard about it. I need you to go over over there and sell some of our stuff, if you're up for it. I kid I know there should let you in if you want to. You can take the car if you want to, I'm going for a walk." 

John didn't wait for Raymond's response as he headed for the leaving room to grab his blue, cotton jacket and his navy blue cap. He grabbed a gun from underneath a table and headed out, gently closing the door behind him. He kept his cap low and his hood on. He had his pistol placed in his pants, tightly squeezed between his back and his pants. 

'Lithium batteries, cold pills, salt and beer.' John kept repeating in his brain as he walked down the street.