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The Birth of Triangular Diplomacy

By this time, Terry and Jerry had found a new hook up for weed. Terry had dumped his young girlfriend and was entertaining a new female every other night which meant he needed lots of weed. This was back in the day before roofies, where half-attractive boring dudes had to resort to getting their dates stoned and wearing them down through pointless conversation. Terry’s new hook up had a lot of weed and a sense of perversity to match; he told us the guy had offered to give him pound of weed in exchange for some original amateur college porn. Now, Mark didn’t really want to have anything to do with this because when you’re talking about that kind of weight in dope, you’re talking about jail time. I tried to explain to Mark that the real concern with that sort of activity is when money was involved. Magistrate business involved no exchange of money—goods and services were what we bartered in—the cornerstone of all free trade.

Bart owed us a big favor and he was still banging that little Italian broad left and right. I suggested to Mark that we combine all circumstances and allow everyone to profit. The plan was to set up a camera in Bart’s room, in a hidden location, to film various sexual acts between him and his little Italian. Bart agreed to record ten sessions over three weeks. We would then allow Terry to broker the deal for the porn tape with his hookup in exchange for a quarter pound of kind bud, this would be the birth of phase two growth for the Magistrates.

The new plan was to supply small quantities of weed to individuals in exchange for favors to be cashed in at a later date, when needed.  These small, no charge transactions, would only take place after an interview with the client by Mark and myself, to ascertain what exact attributes might be useful (or if they were Narcs).

Notes were taken and Goat, in exchange for free weed, agreed to use his superior computer prowess to concoct a program that would cipher the notes we took on each individual in case they should fall into the wrong hands. Tim, Darren, and Malcolm weren’t in on it at this point because there was no need for them to be but we’d all be balls deep by the end of the semester.

By this time, the sub-structure and foundation of the Magistrates had been established. We were officially a campus Cosa Nuestra, trading favors for favors, dealing in drugs, pornography, and vicious beatings, all without one cent of money changing hands.

In theory we were untouchable but the difficulty always comes with the application.

This is the Business We Have Chosen

We were serious business by Halloween, with weed heads, chronic trouble makers, small claims bullshit, and a strong-arm network working together to make the lives of the Magistrates as comfortable as possible. I had acquired a kick ass stereo system from a kid who was about to fail out because his second English class assignment had received a no pass grade. I rewrote his paper and did his final project in exchange for his stereo system, a $500 Aiwa shelf deal with surround sound and we were now kickin’ it in Dolby Digital. Things were good, smooth, until we got the rape case, that one Mark took personal.

The little girl came to us the weekend after Halloween. She had been at a fraternity party near Kohl Hall and was walking back through the alley, the house located off campus because of a prior rape charge (go figure). While in the alley, she was accosted by two kids from the fraternity coming back from the bars, around 2:45. They ripped off her party pants, her thong underwear, and sodomized her behind two large plastic trashcans on wheels. She didn’t look either one of us in the eye when she told us the story.

Mark asked her if she knew who did it and she nodded. She had met both of them earlier that night, before they went to the bar, and she stayed at the party, their names were Ron and Jason. They were seniors graduating at the end of the semester—they probably thought she wouldn’t recognize them. Ron had a Playboy bunny earring and Jason’s little finger on his right hand was minus a fingertip, both of these character traits blazed into her memory. Mark hugged the girl and told her we’d do what we could. She winced at his touch.

He knew her from his Criminal Justice class, helped her study for their last quiz. He was pissed and told me he wanted to handle this one alone. As soon as he said this, I knew he had a thing for her and the vengeance was going to be ugly. I consented but begged him to constrain himself.

Mark didn’t tell me what happened, didn’t want to make me an accomplice, but I heard rumors. The kid with the missing finger was found in the same alley he raped the girl in, beaten so bad they had to take him to the ER and drain his leg of fluid. He was in the hospital for three days and, although I didn’t see the doctor’s report, I’m sure the words several harsh blows with a blunt object probably appeared on there somewhere.

The other rapist was in even worse shape when they found him a week later, caught coming out of the rec center, just as he got to his car, which unfortunately for him was parked in the outer rim of the parking lot no-man’s land. He was hit on the head and knocked unconscious. When he woke, his arm was broken and one of his testicles had been smashed from a brutal nut stomp without reservation of force. He’d be lucky if he could father children.

When I heard what happened, I felt a kind of Old Testament justice descended upon the campus. People who lived their lives sucking off the tit of apathy had better watch out because the Angels of Justice now held dominion over the raped, the abused, and those just wanted a little marijuana in their lives.

The pot would be free and the penalties always more severe than the crimes they followed.

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