Blacker-than-black Market
A fat Lebanese man emerges from a room behind the cash register holding an AK-47 as though it were a full cup of coffee.
“Four fifty,” he says, sucking on a toothpick. “American. And if you want help getting it across the border, that can be arranged.”
His storefront is about the size of a walk-in closet, barely large... Read & Discuss 
