The Chemist

My name’s Allan Woodman. My friends (and enemies) call me Woody.

I served three years in prison, bargained down from a life sentence for manufacturing illegal drugs because I had agreed to testify against some major criminals. I’m a college graduate with a degree in chemistry, which is what led me down the criminal path. And, oh yeah, I’ve got a 175 IQ.

The logical question would be how the hell did a bright guy like me wind up a criminal? I made the most potent PCP and crystal meth ever sold on the streets. I was the best at what I did.

And this is my story.