Gustav The High-ly Trained Secret Agent.

Prologue:

There’s a crispness in the air on summer mornings in Stockholm, Sweden that have a habit of getting me out of bed faster than you can say “free needles.” But when you’re still high on meth and heroin from the night before you need something to get going in the morning and the frigid morning air is just the cure, well that and a full pot of steaming hot Zoegas Coffee. Ohhhh, do I love Zoegas. I like the Forza version the best, it’s an extra dark roast and when that motor oil hits the back of the throat you can feel the jolt of caffeinated energy hit right away. Some people say, “The best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup.” That’s a lie… The best part of waking up is Zoegas in your cup.

Hi there, I’m Gustav Eriksson and I’m addicted to every substance on the planet from caffeine to meth and everything in between, you name it, I enjoy doing it. But I’m not some junky on the side of street selling empty cans of Diet Coke just looking for my next fix. But instead, it’s kind of my job to be high all the time… Hold on, hold on, before you go jumping to any conclusion about my lifestyle choices, let me take some time to explain… I have one of the strangest professional careers there is. If you would call it a professional career. I am tasked with trying to take down some of the biggest drug rings on the planet all by myself, with no back up, no partner with a plaid deerstalker hat and a magnifying glass smoking who knows what out of a cherrywood pipe. Yeah, I’m talking about you Sherlock, you pompous asshole... it’s ok, him and I go way back actually a pretty nice guy, hell of badminton player. He has a serve on him that would make even Roger Federer stain his all-white Wimbledon shorts… Huh… That reminds me I need to give Sherlock a call, there’s a doubles tourney down at the local community center and I need a partner.

Sorry I get distracted sometimes my doctor tells me it’s because of all the drugs but I think it’s just a minor case of A.D.D. Anyways where was I? Oh yeah that’s right on my own… I have no fancy gadgets that let me propel up the side of buildings, no watch with a secret switch that sprays knock out gas, no Aston Martin with machine guns for headlights. It’s just me and my two-fist named Henrik and Lundqvist. Yes, they are named after the handsome North Sea blue eyed Swedish goaltender, what’s it to ya. The only so-called gadget I have besides Henrik and Lundqvist, is a watch I got from my great grandpa when I was born, that tells time pretty darn well and to this day, it has never let me down.

But for the most part I am on my own and if I get caught well… let’s just say I better not get caught. Because nobody is coming to save me from the dark hell holes where I reside most of the time. I guess you could say I’m a very “high” James Bond. Well James Bond without the fancy tailored suits and MI-6 constantly breathing down my neck. At this point I know what you’re wondering, who is it I work for then, if I have no back up, no team, no agency, or any fancy gadgets. I guess you could say I’m sort of a freelance worker that helps governments or cartels but mostly governments take down drug rings inside of their countries that are hindering the people of their great nations, or you know take down the under the table drug dealers so the governments can continue to deal their drugs on a much larger scale because we all know that governments deal way more drugs than Timmy and Billy pushing dime bags out by the dumpster behind their High School. Damn, I forgot about those two I really need to give them a call… those guys get some great weed…

Let me just give them a call real quick…

“Hey Bill, it’s Gustav how ya been my man?”

I’ve been good Gustav, just you know… slaving away trying to make ends meet by dealing weed to these ungrateful teenagers who always want to bargain with me like they are at a sneaker convention. The price for dime bag hasn't changed. Your not going to get it cheaper just becomes your on my water polo team... The nerve of some of these kids is outrageous...”

I hear ya there man… Hey you mind holding on one quick second I gotta talk to some people…”

This may take longer than I thought, Bill is a real yapper. So, while I’m talking to him, let’s take you back a few years in time to where it all began on one fateful night that would change my life forever and how it made me become the High-ly trained secret agent that stands before you today.