It ain't no gas station dummy.

It ain't no gas station dummy.  Hot oil turned into gasoline was big money and the crooked little bastards understood the black market for black gold.  The shale oil wells in Pennsylvania pumped thousands of barrels of oil every day and "Big Pussy" with his partners noiselessly took their share.

Up in Canada "hot oil" was bartered around for guns and ammunition so "Big Pussy" Edie Cluny had his own tankers hauling oil north into Canada for cash money or a few guns once in a while.  Since all the Terrorist sh.t and the drop in oil prices the black gold had turned into gray silver.  The crooked bastards in Canada would pay cash for the oil and they would then sell it to Canadian refiners so everybody was making some.

"Big Pussy" and his fellows had a few hidden pipes connected to remote pumping stations buried deep in the ground taking a few quarts out of every gallon pumped.  It was really just a matter of hollow core pipes moving past some vales and meters and you were in business.  

Stealing crude oil was as old as crude oil itself and "Big Pussy' could turn a few hundred thousand dollars a month by turning a wrench on a valve.  The property owner next door would let his tanker sit in the woods connected to the flexible piping that connected to the steel piping underground.  "Big Pussy" gave the guy three hundred bucks a truck load.

With Saudi Arabia pushing for markets the price of a barrel of crude oil crept lower and lower and the buyers were paying less and less.  The guys up north didn't need the crude oil any more so the old law of supply and demand was working against the boys.

The Canadian socialist bastards only wanted to pay twenty bucks a barrel so "Big Pussy" had planned a little hunting trip up north in the fall.

The Pennsylvania shale oil was big business but the governor wanted more taxes, the guys up north were paying less so the flood of oil had turned into only a three trucks a month business and that wasn't enough.

Oil production was down, state and local taxes were up, refiners had too much oil so that left the "Big Pussy" sitting on the curb with crude oil running out his ass.

"Big Pussy" sent his cousin up north and had him toss a few matches around the homes of the refinery big shots.  

When the smoke cleared the price went up.

But "Big Pussy" had a better idea and bigger idea, this could work anywhere in the world.

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