BlackAtom stood out front of Mass Hysteria with his hands in his coat pockets. He had been stressed about the recent debacles regarding his moonshine operations. Having been in a wakeful state for three days, he was contemplating doing a few bumps of the Peruvian Marching Powder that he was planning to sell within the hour, although he doesn't indulge in such harsh narcotics.

He somehow talked himself out of it. BlackAtom becomes aggressive with softness and attempts to vent to the pedestrians passing by.

"I take my time.

Fire their heads and cremate their minds.

Traffick moonshine with people that make that wine.

Most of us blind but we carry on,

One of my partners hustles on the same street his momma got buried on.

Cemetery neighborhoods.

Thugs in the woods,

we ran as fast we could, carrying goods.

Along with this roll of money,

I hold pain.

Armed robbers tried to stick me,

I overcame.

Masks and a big ass guns.

Set a trap and we kidnapped one.

Singing.

After he told me about their racket,

I persevered.

Only, retaliation lurking here.

And about this, I cannot go into detail...."

BlackAtom abruptly stops speaking and walks away with a mean expression, wrapping his coat tighter and tucking his hands into his pockets.