Call me Detective, Detective Lowback Pain. Im a PI investigating college students' pot addiction. Their mommies and daddies give me license to shoot if I smell ANY TYPE OF STICK ICKY. After I pop my .45 through all their fucking brains I pick the joint off the ground and smoke the whole thing with one inhalation.
My boss used to be known as Tony7, b4 he sacrificed his husk of a body. Now I just call him Gay Bot 3000 (he doesn't like that too much). When I'm not killing the children of the elite who live in Elysium, and the crystal palace, I'm investigating those who have purpose... Why do they strive and for what end goal? Something bigger is out there, I'm sure of it. And Im gonna be the first to find it out. Mark my fucking word. No one get to the news before Lowback. No one.
