Sherwin Williams: Fuckin' dusty as hell in here. Gotta be some ancient shit here somewhere.
Shit, Sherwin. You're a smuggler now? What's next? You gonna start trafficking diamonds?
Nah, man, I'm not that ambitious. But I do have a bit of a side hustle. You know how people collect rare sneakers?
Yeah, those sneakerheads are crazy as fuck. So what's your angle?
Well, Reed, let's just say I have a knack for acquiring rare sneakers at a discounted price.
Shit, Sherwin. You're like the pied piper of the underground. How'd you pull that off?
leans in closer, speaking softly It's all about connections, Reed. You see, I've got a network of informants who keep me in the loop.
Damn, Sherwin. You've got more lives than a cat on a hot tin roof. So what's the endgame here? You planning on retiring from this life or what?
smirks Retiring? Nah, Reed, this is my life. I'm not gonna give it all up just because I'm getting old.
Fair enough. So what's your next big score, then?
leans back, eyes gleaming with excitement Well, Reed, I've heard rumors of a rare pair of Air Jordans, hidden away in a secret warehouse.
Shit, Sherwin. That's the holy grail for sneakerheads. How do you plan on getting them?
leans in closer, a mischievous glint in his eye Well, Reed, it's gonna take some work, but I've got a plan.
Alright, Sherwin. Spill it then. What's your plan?
First, I need to gather my team. I've got a few guys who owe me favors. Then, we'll infiltrate the warehouse, sneak in quiet, and grab those kicks without getting caught. Easy as pie, right?
Shit, Sherwin. Sounds risky as hell. But if anyone can pull it off, it's you. So when are we heading in?
smirks Well, Reed, we're gonna make our move tonight. I've got a feeling it's gonna be a wild ride. Care to join me?
Hell yeah, Sherwin. Let's do this.
Alright, listen up, guys! Here's the plan. We hit the warehouse at midnight, when the guards are least expecting it. We go in quiet, grab the shoes, and get out before anyone notices. Got it? Let's make this a smooth operation, alright?
All of Sherwin's crew nod
Alright, guys. Let's suit up and get ready. I want each of you to have a clear head and be on your A-game. We don't need any screw-ups tonight.
Half of Sherwin's crew are ex-military
Alright, let's go over the plan one more time. We'll meet up in the alley behind the warehouse at eleven-thirty, suit up, and go in at midnight. Quiet and stealthy. We grab the shoes and get out the same way we came in. Any questions?
Alright, let's do this. Remember, stay sharp and stick to the plan. Let's make this a night to remember.
Sherwin and his crew head to the warehouse
The crew moves silently through the dark alley, their shoes barely making a sound against the concrete. They reach the back door of the warehouse, where Sherwin signals for them to stop. Hold up, fellas. We need to be quiet. They all crouch down, moving stealthily towards the door. Alright, everyone, on my mark... he whispers, and they all nod in agreement.
Alright, guys, let's move. Remember, stay quiet and stay sharp. We don't want any surprises. Sherwin leads the way, with his crew following closely behind. They head deeper into the warehouse, searching for the rumored shoes.
Fuck yeah, baby! We found 'em! Get 'em, boys! Sherwin can't contain his excitement as he sees the rare Air Jordans laid out on the ground.
Sherwin's crew pick up the shoes
Alright, let's get outta here before we get caught. Stick to the plan, fellas. We go out the same way we came in. He checks his watch, seeing that it's almost twelve o'clock. Time to split, boys. Let's get outta this joint!
They leave the warehouse with the shoes without being caught
Holy shit, Reed, we did it! We got those fucking shoes! Sherwin can't stop looking at them, grinning from ear to ear. We've got to show 'em off, man! Let's head back to the hideout and celebrate!
Yeah, let's show the world how we ball! Puts on a hoodie and sunglasses
Alright, listen up, fellas! We're gonna show these shoes off like there's no tomorrow! First stop, the local sneakerhead bar.
They show off the shoes at the sneakerhead bar and get respect
After showing off the shoes, Sherwin and his crew are hailed as legends among the sneakerheads. They take a few pictures, sign a couple of autographs, and head back to their hideout to count their loot.
They return to the hideout, laughing about their successful heist
Fuck yeah, Reed, we killed it tonight! Look at all this money we made! Sherwin throws his head back and laughs, his eyes twinkling with excitement. We're on top of the world, baby! Let's celebrate like there's no tomorrow!
Hell yeah, Sherwin! Let's pop some bottles!
Alright, fellas, let's keep this party going! Sherwin pulls out a few bottles of champagne from his backpack.
They drink the champagne and celebrate their victory
Fuck yeah, Reed, let's drink to our success! They clink their glasses together, cheering loudly. The alcohol quickly takes effect, and they start to feel tipsy.
Sherwin takes off his clothes and sits on the couch in his boxers
Reed looks at Sherwin in his boxers and cracks a smile. He decides to join in on the fun and starts taking off his own clothes. Damn, Sherwin, you really know how to live! He says, giggling and winking at his friend.
They both pass out on the couch
The next morning, Sherwin wakes up on the couch, feeling the effects of the alcohol. He groans and rubs his temples, trying to shake off the hangover. Ugh, fuckin' hell... What time is it? He glances around the room, noticing that his crew is nowhere to be seen. Where the hell is everyone?