Tired and weary Constipated goes into seclusion to gather his thoughts. He went to his favorite hideaway. The room was filled with a dank odor, but he did not care.  His bones ached and he needed to sit down. He pulls out an old rusty fold up chair. The screeching of the chair across the concrete floor reverberated in the empty stone-cold concrete room. Nearly 270 pounds, he drops his weight into the chair. In front of him was an old empty wooden desk with carvings. Slouched in the chair, he begins to run his right hand across his unshaven face. He thinks to himself what a fucking week. 

Nearly seven days ago he got caught up with assisting breaking some hard-core, high-profile people out of prison. Every time he thought he was done he was lured back. This lasted into the early morning hours. The job paid off well enough that he thought he could take a reprieve from his work. Little did he know he would endure more strenuous work. 

Nothing surprised Constipated in this life as he was way too savvy to think otherwise. He did not need nor rely on schoolbooks.  His ancestors taught him well. Whether the teachings came from their mistakes or their successes, he knew there is no time to be a slacker. More importantly, he knew to never betray the hand that feeds him. 

He places his weapons on the wooden desk while continuing to assess the saddest, busiest and costliest week of his career.

The demise of Lincoln_Lawyer was a tough pill to swallow and at the same time quite puzzling. Constipated having the ability to quickly think quick on his feet, consulted with his GFC CLO in regard to preserving what LL had built in Chicago. Avoid the Bastards set up in Chicago. 

Moving on in his thoughts, he knew he had his work cut out for him. And he and many prevailed with the same determination Dominick possessed. Constipated will not condemn nor condone Dominick's mission. He obviously had much passion. The exact same passion "Avoid the Bestards" had and all else on these shores involved. He goes onto think this is the life we choose. 

Watching and listening to the news, Constipated happily thinks to himself life support does exist. Hospital bills were paid almost in full. But wonders if the expenses that accrued before life support kicked in will be compensated. The bank roll and market was wiped out. 

Without even realizing, Constipated dozed off while deep in his thoughts. He was awoken by a foolish telegram and sirens coming from what sounded like a fleet of ambulances headed to the hospital across the street. He looks at the time and immediately holstered up and headed out the door.

He set out to search for the crew from Void Bastards and forwarded their new address "Avoid the Bastards." While in search he came across a few familiar faces and invited them into his home to take a load off their feet. Minutes later this guy who introduces himself as the Bandit_Heeler. This guy exhibited much ambition and humor.  As much as Constipation likes a good laugh he was not feeling the humor at that time but did welcomed the ambition. Come to find out he was a close relative to Lincoln_Lawyer. Noticing the similarities he recognizes humor runs in his family. 

Every time he turned his back, he would return to a change in the headquarters. The "Avoid the Bastards" were known as the "Relaxatives"  That felt fitting. It did have a nice ring to it. And humorous. The crew objectives were altered. And his ambitious ass afforded the expansion of our headquarters that was in need. 

The news hit the streets Lincoln_Lawyer and many others were on life support followed up with great news they were expected to survive. And condolences to those who did not. 

Looking at the Sunset, he goes on thinking how this has been the busiest week of his career. LL does survive and takes the rightful reign of his crew. Now, this did involve more work and financial hardship. For the third time the market came in handy. Another move had to take place. Constipation starts the eviction process with forwarding addresses. Slowly one by one nearly everyone was in their proper quarters. The "Relaxatives" closed shop.  

Here on out I will not give foolish telegrams the time of day.