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for my car with California license plates. Without an option, I
pushed on rattled, knowing that I very well might have made
one of the worse decisions of my life. I drove from Houston to
the Bay Area in twenty seven hours. Stopping only to nap for
an hour at a time, so exhausted and sleep deprived that when
I would awake from a nap, it would take what seemed like
an eternity to figure out where I was and what I was doing.
Thinking about it still makes me nauseous to this day.
How did I get here? What was I doing? I do not know. The
gravity of the situations I found myself in, the effort that went
into planning our deals, was beyond anything I could have
ever imagined. My partner and I found ourselves only a few
deals away from supplying a major cartel with quality weed
from California. There was some talk of turning back, some
reflection into our futures, and then the determination that
you don’t come this far just to quit. once you’re in the game,
there is no letting go, there are no easy exits.
I arrived in California much relieved and with two shoeboxes
full of cash, stashed safely in my parents house. our
business with the school had more or less ended, or wasn’t
worth the effort, and we settled in for a brief vacation. But
we were poised to take over. We had a brief window of time
before our California connection was leaving the country for
several months. Anxious not to let the prospect die, we orchestrated
an even bigger transaction, some hundred and fifty
pounds for over half a million dollars.
But things had changed considerably, having survived our
Texas trip, my friend and I refused to make the journey, arguing
that as the main connections between California and
Texas, we were too important to be transporting the product.
Fortunately, our California connections were able to secure
transport at a hefty but reasonable rate. It was getting late in
the season and prices were less than favorable. But we were
able to source product that made the deal worthwhile. And
after investing two hundred grand of our hard earned money,
the pack left California.
But somewhere along the border of Mexico, our driver
was pulled over. Brandishing a California driver license in a
car with Texas plates, he never stood a chance and is still serving
time. My only regret is that we were confident enough to
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