Jeffrey was worth his weight in gold.

'Let's recruit the fucker,' said Max.

I first met him in Los Angeles.

He was living out of a storage shed.

He helped me arrange a porn screening at the backpackers in Santa Monica.

Back in the 90s, silicone implants were pretty impressive.

The screening got cut short after the scene where Cindy went down on Tammy.

Jeffrey was handing out cash to Black Live Matter militants.

'Fuck as many white chicks as you want,' he said.

He then directed them towards the peep show.

The girls, mostly Latinos, wouldn't even get a black cock in their tight pussies.

The blacks would spunk their loads with them gyrating on their crutches.

It was a win-win situation.

In the background, the cartel representatives were arrested and then dumped out to sea.

They sank.

'No more slavery in America now,' said Max, who wanted Jeffrey to continue his mission up the West Coast.

We had also purchased cheap knock off Nikes from China and asked Jeffrey to distribute them.

Walmart donated chicken nuggets.

This was charity, meaningful, and with purpose.

Jeffrey was being hailed a hero in the press.

Even Obama wanted a photoshoot with him.

'Dream on,' said Jeffrey who was loyal to his paymaster.

Jeffrey was born an African American but in his heart, he was American.

'Great tag line,' said Max, 'lets contact CNN.'

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