The Overlife
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Mexican gangs do worse things than sell drugs.

The Overlife

A SWAT team is in a large, bright changing room on a disused building site in LA.

A SWAT team is in a large, bright changing room on a disused building site in LA. They are suiting-up to do a raid.

The bright LA sun shines through the skylight.

The bright LA sun shines through the skylight. The light flickers, dazzling everyone as they put on bullet-proof vests and load up their shotguns.

The atmosphere is quiet and calm, but charged with excitement and mysticism.

The team are preparing to raid the premises of a Mexican gang responsible for making and distributing what Wikipedia calls, "the most depraved film ever produced".

The team are preparing to raid the premises of a Mexican gang responsible for making and distributing what Wikipedia calls, "the most depraved film ever produced". It is called, "Eating".

A Google search of the film yields only one result:

A Google search of the film yields only one result: a badly-made website containing an endless page of the same image, over and over again, showing a metal panel, possibly the interior of a lorry trailer.

Under each image is Wikipedia's one-line description of the film:

Under each image is Wikipedia's one-line description of the film: 'Children are forced to... dog shit' (sic)

As is customary before a bust, a small package of cocaine is passed around the team for consumption.

The officers take the package and sniff a small mound of powder off the flange between their thumb and forefinger.

When the rookie with long, straggly brown hair and wide, brown eyes receives it, he asks the captain if he can buy a gram for personal use.

No, he is told -

No, he is told - "Take what you're given."

The rookie smiles and shakes his head at the captain.

The rookie smiles and shakes his head at the captain. "What keeps you on the street and off the street - I'll never know."

The rookie sniffs his little bump of cocaine, hands the package to a fully booted-up member of the team, and breezes into the gymnasium round the back.

Four people dressed like impoverished civilians follow him in.

They sit in a circle on wooden chairs in the middle of a basketball court and close their eyes.

The rookie with long, straggly brown hair and wide, brown eyes leads the small gathering to prayer.

"Dear Lord," he says, "on this fine, glorious, sunny day in Los Angeles,

"Dear Lord," he says, "on this fine, glorious, sunny day in Los Angeles, please reveal to us - once and for all - that it is not the Underlife that we are experiencing.

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