[ WP ] It is 2040 , all drugs have been decriminalized and legalized for distribution . You are the leader of a prominent cartel that is trying to turn into a legitimate organization , but your members are having a tough time with the transition .


 `` It's ok Mr. Loera. I liked your magic act, even if by the end of it all the other kids started to giggle at you. I always wanted to be a magician, just like you!'' the kid beamed. 
 
 He'd probably just turned ten years old. All the other kids had already filed out of the assembly room in the Culiacan Public Library but there he was, the only one who had wanted to stay behind, his mind probably beginning to fill with little questions. 
 
 Ten years old. That's the age I had decided for a fact that the wonderful world of magic was for me. Never did I expect I'd have to give up my dreams and end up becoming as an adult the head of the- now currently experiencing adjustment problems, I concede- mighty Sinaloa Cartel. In childhood, I had always waited for the day Hagrid the half-giant would come to whisk me away to Hogwarts and the chance to finally be able to pick out my beautiful wand. Instead, my father made me leave the house so I could pick out the branches from our tree outside that he'd use to beat me senseless with. 
 
 `` Haber fijate cabron, que *Heri Poter* ni que la mierda! Tu crees que esas chingaderas te serviran pa' poder tragar!'' 
 
 Even now I still shudder when recalling the branch whips that licked my back. 
 
 `` How much do you pay your pretty assisstant to get her to give you head? Mr. Loera... Mr. Loera?'' 
 
 `` Come again?'' Indeed, my mind was wandering, as it seems to do nowadays. 
 
 `` I asked, how did you manage to make it look like your pretty assisstant was actually dead? You know, when you cut her in half? I think that's my favorite trick of all time!'' the kid beamed yet again. 
 
 The innocent question had managed to momentarily fix me back to the conversation, I readily responded, `` Ah my boy, did n't they ever tell you that a true magician never reveals his secrets?'' 
 
 That's when the small boy made a frown and started to fiddle about with his shirt. 
 
 `` Oh come on Chapo, we all now how you performed your most notorious, signature trick of all! That's not even a secret to me!'' he whined out half amused. 
 
 The boy was n't buying it. And I could n't help but think some more. About cutting people in half... cutting people in half. That and all the money in the world you could have imagined needed to impregnate pageant queens and edecanes old enough to be your daughter. My heart tells me I'll always have a soft spot for these types of things, just as much as the next guy right? Such memories. But when an old friend I had in Peña Nieto decided to call me up one night, I knew then for a fact that the reason I had accepted his new proposal was because cartel life was n't cutting it anymore. There it was, out of the blue and through a simple phone call. The opportunity to achieve my long awaited dream of displaying the greatest magic mankind would ever see had finally arisen and I definitely seized it! 
 
 I still remember some of that conversation years ago. Nieto ( that old hack fraud ) had said something like, do n't worry our people will have you out by next term, going on at length about how he's always been accomodating for buisness and how I owed him one. So I turned myself in. Haha, how stupid did he turn out to be, for him to have honestly thought I'd stick around in a prison cell before the end of his term. Not me, the great Joaquin Guzman Loera, I'd be on my way to becoming the greatest escape artist of all time. The Mexican Houdini! 
 
 `` Chapo you have n't answered my question, what's wrong with you?'' the boy finally demanded out of frustration. 
 
 One of the sicarios who had always accompanied me to my magic shows for the kids had finally had enough of the situation and started to send the child out of the room. 
 
 `` Stop wasting our time with this again Chapo, you know we need to be at the birthday party by four to start setting up the tricks!'' the hitman yelled. 
 
 `` 701. You remember that you little brat.'' 
 
 `` No, you're a really wierd man Chapo. And I do n't want to be a magician anymore, I'm going to stick to siphoning oil off Pemex and the trafficking of humans when I grow up instead!'' 
 
 `` Ya larguese pues mocoso!'' 
 
 *'' Adios, chapitooo!! `` * 
 
 

