Goofy sat in his office with nothing but his cigarette lighting his face. He was thinking of all it took for him to get to this point. He'd be lying to himself if he said he remembered it fondly. But there was something about that rush of life he felt after each deal, each time he picked up his special bag he felt alive. Goofy was the best drug dealer in all of New York City.

They originally called him goofy because of his carefree silly personality, but his drugs were so good that over time it changed. People using his product were often referred to as "acting goofy" or "goofin", this made it something that he was proud of. A brand was built and it didn't take long for him to become popular.

4 years ago

Goofy was getting ready to go to work. After staying in Mickey Mouse's strip club he got tired of the stench of alcohol in his clothes so he moved out and decided to settle in a small apartment on the lower east side of Manhattan. Max had gone off to university and his mom didn't stick around after that. At first the repetitiveness of his day job was reassuring, nothing was certain when he was living with Mickey, or Mick as he liked to be called now. But now the cycle of eat sleep work repeat wasn't so exciting.

As he step foot on the subway he recognised a familiar face, it was Daisy Duck.

"Daisy? Is that you?" he said in shock

"Oh hey goofball, it's been years, how are you?" she replied with a smile.

Goofy didn't really know how to respond. He knows he should say he's doing fine, to maintain the facade of being happy.

"I'm doing.. swell. What about you?" he let out calmly.

"I've been ok. I'm working at the university Max goes to, I always ask how you are if I see him." her smile unbreakable.

Goofy felt something other than sorrow for almost a second.

"I don't speak to him that often but he's never mentioned you work there. I was hoping to meet hi-" the conductor's loud muffled voice interrupted his sentence, Daisy politely said goodbye and got off.

Goofy hated this. The awkward feeling of knowing someone but not being able to express himself in a way that he was happy with. He hated the small talk and how he could never just say what he was thinking. Once a clown, always a clown he thought to himself.

Goofy got to work, said hi to his coworkers, sat in his cubicle and stared at his computer. Goofy worked for a company called INJ enterprises. He was a data analyst, he researched past trends in marketing and sought to find possible new trends. While he worked he listened to heavy metal and lusted after Brenda his manager. She worked in the cubicle four feet away from him. Time passed and it was time for him to go home. He turned off his computer, he stood up said goodbye to his coworkers and left. On his walk home he dropped his phone, cracking the screen, a passerby bumped into him and shouted "watch where you're going asshole!"

Goofy replied "sorry hyuguk"

The man had already started walking away but as he heard Goofy say that he stopped and turned.

"What did you say? Do you know who I am you lil bitch?" he shouted.

"No I'm sorry, I didn't mean it offensively." Goofy said.

"It sounds like you think i'm playin with you" he insulted.

Goofy's voice often sounded mocking when he was scared.

"Oh please don't hurt me." he whimpered.

The man pulled out a gun and aimed it at Goofy's head.

"Say something stupid again, I dare you motherfucker" he taunted.

There's nothing Goofy could do, this man was going to kill him. He tightened his lips, looked towards the ground and stayed silent. The man walked away and chuckled to himself. Goofy was weak and he hated it.

The next day goofy called in sick to work. The incident yesterday made him angry. He wanted to see his old friend. He got a taxi to Brooklyn and went inside Mick's Beer & Tits. Mick was sitting at the counter with papers in his hand looking at them intently.

"We're not open till 9pm, for some reason that sign still says 9am to 9pm, we're not allowed to do that because of what happened to that lil kid or whatever." he remarked without looking up.

"Oh so no free lap dances for me pall?" goofy said smiling.

Mick was stunned.

"GOOFY? Oh how long has it been? The girls missed you, except Minnie of course that bitch."

Mick looked genuinely happy to see him. It felt nice to be accepted.

"Y'know we never did find anyone that could clean the poles as good as you, but anyway what's up?" said Mick.

Goofy told him the story of yesterday.

"I just want to do something different. Something that makes me feel powerful." he said quietly.

"Awh don't say that, you're more powerful than you can hyucking imagine bud" Mick laughed.

They fell to silence for a few seconds.

Mick piped up "I have a job that you might be interested in. It's a bit different from the previous ones but the club could use the money."

"What is it?"

"Well all you need to do is pick up some deliveries for us. I think the guy lives near you actually, down in Manhattan." he said.

"Mickey are you using again?" Goofy asked.

"No! I'm selling. It's way easier and way more exciting."

"I don't know Mick. I'm not a risk taker like you" Goofy said.

"Why don't you think about it and come back to me." Mick stared down at the papers.

"Ok see you later friend." Goofy said softly.

Goofy had a lot to think about. He made his way home and laid on his bed staring at the ceiling. What else was he going to do? Why live a boring life with no excitement when he could be excited every day? Goofy knew what had to be done.

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