Gangster Overlords Total Domination

I was sitting at the bar in my favorite club talking to the resident psychiatrist. It was closing time and we were the only two people left. He asked as he poured me another beer, "Why the hell are you doing this to yourself?" I wouldn't normally talk about personal matters, but twenty beers and thirty shots of whiskey can loosen a man's tongue. I told him terrorist killed my mother two years ago when they were looking for me. I told him the exact year... the exact month... the exact day... the exact time. He looked at me with pity in his eyes and said, "I hate to break this to you brother. That was five years ago." It's strange the way the mind can play tricks on you. I knew I had been wasting my life drinking and doing drugs. Even through the blurry vision and spinning room I could see an epiphany in the bubbles of that beer, followed by an extreme pain in my head. When I woke I was tied up in the trunk of a car. Some guys I had been frequently ripping off had finally caught me on the right night. They sat me in a lawn chair out in the woods and all six of them took turns beating the hell out of me with a baseball bat. I wasn't sure if I was dead and seeing a light or if it was just the headlights shining in my face. I looked up and it was all a blur that wasn't alcohol and trauma induced. She went from one guy to the next so fast I could swear they all fell to the ground at the same time. I remember looking down and seeing them all squirming on the ground holding their throats. As the life slowly bled out of them I looked up. A Native American woman was looking at me with shocked sympathetic eyes shaking her head no. She smiled at me and started untying me. She picked me up like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold. It seemed my one hundred and ninety pound butt was as light as a feather to her. I should have been dead. I'm not positive I wasn't. She gave me a substance she calls Jeshjin. It save my life, made me smarter and gave me the strength and speed of a god. I'm not really a vengeful person unless properly motivated. I not only took the lives of everyone involved in trying to kill me, I took their world. I became a wealthy man dealing drugs. When you are a god compared to everyone else on the planet, a little just isn't enough. I wanted to control the entire drug world. My most trusted dope slingers would become the rulers of all the most important cities in America. They would become the gangster overlords and I their king.