Vice is gonna flow in Bedlam and nobody can stop it. Someone may as well as make some money off it. Maybe you can flip that cash into something good, y’know? Help the homeless, feed the hungry, right? Turn the bad into good, maybe? It’s not that you’re into exploiting misfortune. Hey, look at it this way: If it’s not you governing the stream then someone else will, and then your customers are at the mercy of some unscrupulous backdoor chemist putting who knows what into the mix. Sure, you may cut powder with the occasional baby laxative—gotta stretch out resources when supply is tight—but you’re not stirring industrial cleaner into the spike.

Folks ask what your career plan is. Where do you go from here? Your plan is simple: buy, sell, retire. At least get enough cash to get the hell out of this town. What, go into politics? Yeah, that’s much more honest work. The church? The cops? Please. What kind of world is it where a supposed criminal like you has stronger moral fiber than the folks who swear to protect people? You may be “part of the problem” but at least you have standards.