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If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead– murdered by my brother-in-law, Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now, and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, he asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Hank was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin, so I agreed.
⣗⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠉⠛⠿⠿⣿⠿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠿⠿⠟⠛⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⢠⣿
⣿⣷⣀⠀⠈⠛⠢⠥⠴⠟⠂⠀⠀⠀⠉⣛⠉⠁⠀⠐⠲⠤⠖⠛⠁⠀⠀⣐⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣦⣄⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⡠⣤⣦⣿⣿⣿⣆⣴⣠⣀⣀⡀⣀⣀⣚⣿⣿⣿⢳
⣧⠉⠙⢿⣿⣿⣶⣶⣾⣿⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⢇⣿
⣿⣷⡄⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⣥⣦⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢉⣴⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣦⣘⠋⢻⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣭⣛⣛⣛⣯⣷⣿⣿⠿⠟⠋⠉⣴⣿⣿⣿
⢠⠖⢲⠀⠀⡖⢲⡄⡴⠒⠆⡖⠒⠂⠀⣶⠲⡄⢰⡆⠀⡖⢦⠀⡆⢰⡆⡴⠒⣄
⢨⠟⢻⠀⠀⣏⣉⠇⢧⣀⡄⣏⣉⡁⠀⣿⠚⢡⠗⠺⡄⣏⣹⠆⡏⢹⡇⢧⣀⡞
⢰⣒⡒⠰⡄⡴⠀⡶⢲⡆⢢⣀⡖⠀⠀⡖⠒⠲⢰⠒⣦⢀⡶⡄⠒⢲⠒⢲⣆⣀
⠸⠤⠽⠠⠽⠁⣴⠧⠼⣧⠤⠟⠀⠀⠈⠧⣤⠤⠸⠉⠁⠞⠒⠳⠀⠸⠀⠸⠧⠼