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By the end of junior year, we had done well but made some
critical mistakes. We had established a viable trafficking system
but lost considerable product. not a deal breaker, but
substantial. Money packages had been replaced by expensive
flights that were taking a toll on my health and academics.
We had built a distribution network and made our connections
a lot of money, having moved upwards of a million
dollars worth of product over the school year. We calculated
that over one hundred thousand was spent cumulatively
through living and business expenses mostly in the form of
flights, shipping, and prepaid cell phones. But we had lived
lavishly that year and were able to split some fifty plus grand
going into the summer. I spent the first month of the summer
working in a law firm, my last stint in the legal profession
after some four summers. I spent the next two months in Bali.
When senior year rolled around, I was feeling ambivalent
but still very committed. But stress was starting to take a toll,
my grades were shit, and while I wasn’t overly paranoid, the
sight of a cop would make my heart skip a beat. I was twentythree,
and my hair was starting to turn grey.
none of those signs caused me to slow down though; our
business was flowing smoothly, selling the usual five pounds
a week, sent to the mailroom of course. We were sending a
few additional pounds to various residential locations and had
invested in a safe house where we kept cash and product.
We had finally established a distribution network for cocaine,
and that quickly started to pay off. The business wasn’t
booming but it was turning more than 50% profit margin.
But the toll of operating this business was really starting to
add up. What started as a profitable hobby was turning into a
full-time profession.
But our business wasn’t without problems. We were losing
too many of our cash packages, at a tune of ten grand
apiece. often times almost a week’s worth of work. But our
weed was still getting there no problem, so we moved more
and more towards flights. My partner, who was a more serious
student, was less willing to fly and more willing to lose
cash, while I was the opposite.
Consequently, I spent a lot of time in the air. I’d travel to a
location, pick up cash, and fly back with forty grand strapped
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