So, the streets are dangerous. I knew I had legal and safe access to cannabis, but I also knew that I wanted to experiment with harder shit, including coke. Hey man. Imagine throwing up several times a day, and one little bump (a 20th to a 30th of a gram — like $3-$5) a dose, and you are good for 5-7 days — no CVS and no IBS.
Please, line me up a bump, or make me a blaster (coke or meth on the end of a cigarette).
So, to acquire such medicine, it’s important to note its dangers, especially in dealing with the black market at that level. In Texas, California, Colorado, or Virginia, it was easy to acquire some decent weed, especially with some knowledge and intuition…and good questions and trustworthy friends/plugs/connects/network.
Coke, that’s a far different story. A story filled with guns, coke, alcohol, and undercovers…and people that decide themselves, or are given into peer pressure, kill themselves….by ODing.
Given this knowledge, I first hired a bodyguard. You never can be too safe. His credentials were impressive. You know mine, at least if you have been following along. Let’s just say that I was impressed. I knew it wasn’t a forever thing, but I needed a solid 4-8 weeks to explore and research until I found a reliable, professional connection.
You know, Heisenberg shit.
I may or may not have been successful. No mens rea. 5th.
So I walk into a networking meeting, and I have my girlfriend at the time, my bodyguard, and a brave friend….and a gangsta. After some drugs, alcohol, and cannabis were consumed, we started getting down to business.
“Give me quotes for a ball, quarter and half.”
“Cool. Give me a time and a place.” (The Man)
Oh. I didn’t bother with pseudonyms. Take it or leave it. #2nd #Wagen
On one encounter, the gangsta asked, “Do you want to see my baby?”
I was and always have been upfront about my Texas upbringing and military training.
I said, “Yes, please.”
He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a 7.62mm (basically 30-06) carbine rifle, and I couldn’t remember if it was fully auto or semi auto. Either way, I hadn’t seen a setup like that in a while.
“Hold it.” He says, as he hands it over.
The barrel was pointed in a safe direction. I had a strange encounter on this level before almost a decade earlier.
I racked the chamber. The girlfriend gasped and said, “KC” in that tone that only women seem to have. The other two remained quiet but their eyes and pupils dilated. The gangsta says, “There’s one in the chamber, homie.”
“I know.” I calmly respond.
I gave it a moment. Upon telling this story to a friend, he asked, “Did you check for a serial number?”
The answer: “No.”
Next time. 🙂
Oh, I have thought about changing my name for a second time:
KC Danger Wagenseller
Danger would literally be my middle name.
Back on track.
I admired the rifle. My finger no where near the trigger, and again, the barrel pointed in a safe direction.
Everyone was probably on high alert. I was just that 19 year old Gunner’s Mate for the Navy that admired a nice piece of steel…a finely tuned killing machine…most effective with a qualified operator.
I am not sure if it was 10 seconds or 10 minutes, but I eventually snapped out of my steel-struck moment, dropped the magazine, racked the chamber, and calmly handed the rifle back over to the gangsta.
“Who wants another rail?” #MFW
Everything was safe. Of course, my credentials and the credentials of those I was trusting my life with…our credentials…were very appropriate for such circumstances.
Before I looked to plants for medicinal healing, along with my network for the same…I was an adrenaline junkie. I LOVE danger. My ex couldn’t handle that. Single or not, the next one will just have to live with it. I love journalism. The only shit worth recording that’s not amazingly heart-tugging…is dangerous.
The more dangerous, the better.
Everything worked out. I’m here. I’m writing. Eat it up. Hit me up on social media. I’m an open book. Perhaps you will get a glimpse at the extended edition of this and many other stories.
Of course, every good technician protects his network. #IT
Wagen, over and out.