Blurring the Lines of What is Legal, What is Safe...and What Really isn't Either
A sleek black Mercedes pulled itself next to the street-side bar where the author and his two friends began their night with a couple of Gin and Tonic's to wash down an anxious sense of uncertainty on what is going to happen next. The bar owner, the gracious host for the night, motioned his three new friends into the black-leather backseats of the spacious vehicle. Putting himself on the front passenger seat, he prompted a casual small talk with the elderly driver, who appeared professional but relaxed in his tuxedo uniform.