in his head , charles freck rolled an instant fantasy : dump trucks full of cocaine backing up to the solarcaine factory , wherever it was , cleveland maybe , dumping tons and tons of pure , unstepped- on , uncut , high-grade cocaine into one end of the factory , where it was mixed with oil and inert gas and other garbage and then stuck in little bright-colored spray cans to be stacked up by the thousands in 7-11 stores and drugstores and supermarkets .