Mike is buying the junkies problems

Mike is buying up all the laptops that crystal heads are selling for their next hit cheap. He's then reselling them, without doing anything to any of them and he is making money.

"It was just fun, to begin with," said Mike. "It didn't start as anything, but now it is giving me hours of fun."

He just loves pissing around with Apple computers, now he is making money doing it. "You know when they say they find their bliss?" said Mike.

"Jesus, I'm almost too scared to hear what comes next," I said.

"You always do that Josh," said Mike. "I'm going to ignore your last comment."

"Mike, what is it?"

"I reckon I've found it," said Mike. "I've reached Zen."

I didn't know what to say. It was a laughable hippy moment. I was gobsmacked. You aren't supposed to reach nirvana until the day you die, that's how I've always interpreted that stuff. And it almost just wasn't fucken fair, how dare you reach the holly ground before me. I spluttered. "That's great, mate." I couldn't pull out of it, I was in autodeflation. And my me and mike moment passed, just like that. 

He suddenly looked awkward, like his guts was out there and I wasn't catching it for him.

Gone. 

He stepped back. He adorably rubbed his stomach.