A Drug Dealers Tale; or, The Big Swim

D. Hill - aka Diaper man. D. is the longing lasting friend in my life. D. is the most lucid yet zany person I have ever met. He has high integrity and is the most fair and honest person I have ever met. In all the years I dealt xrugs , D. and I never did drugs together. We met in Boulder Colorado while working in a Burger King.

Inzane Gary - There are no words to describe the crazy nature of this guy that his name doesn't invoke. He served five years with the United States Air Force; stationed most of it in the Phillipines. During this time, prostitutes were about $1.50 and between him and his commanding officer, Swakhammer, they must have fucked 1000 girls each. And that was the primary reason that he was so wrecked in relationships. It must have been a major contributor to his Inzanity.

Little Shawn - Short, with a Napoleonic complex, Shawn was quite the character. We met when we were both young and between the two of us we could always find the drug supply so that we never ran out. For years we worked together, becoming friends and really close actually. We were roommates in the basment of a Victorian house, and it was on my couch that he conceived his only child. Later shawn became addicted to heroin, our friendship waned, and for the sake of his wife and daughter, he eventually beat the drug. Shawn is dead now from a heart attack, he was 30 years old.

Red Headed Jen - Sweet, compassionate, and overall a great person. We met in 1991 while in college. We were at an anti-war rally on campus. I saw her beautiful red hair and being a redhead myself, had to meet her. She was the first girl I ever lived with and she was there when the drug dealing began. She never did the drugs, and she never gave me hell about selling drugs either. For two years we were together; travelling, going to school, and dealing. In the end I cheated on her with a married woman and she left for what I hope to be a better life.

Mary on the mountain - I dated her for about three weeks and in that time she was arrested for selling drugs, drugs I supplied her. Mary is the baseline for this story although she played a very small role in my life.

Muscle Head Mike - The "original" customer; we we're good friends and bike partners. We rode upwards of 4000 miles on our bicycles together. We would ride our bikes all over Denver Colorado, smoke weed everywhere, and stop for beers. Our best times were the midnight rides high on the chronic.

Hoochie mama - a prostitute I picked up once and she summed up American culture with one phrase, but you have to keep reading.

Kimmy - the first prostitue I picked up on when driving a taxi cab. I would drive her to service her Jon's, take her to buy crack and fuck her while she was getting high. We knew each other about a two months.

INTRODUCTION
First, I must appologize to my family for the things that they are about to learn of which they have no idea. I don't regret nor would I change anything about my life, espcially the dealing years. I learned more in one year of running the streets then most people do in their life. I have had more fun and experience in life then most people even fatasize about.
The hardest part is dealing with the dogma of the Baptist upbringing which taught me more about hate and judgment then love and compassion. I saw so many rotten things that christians did, that it's a wonder why anyone would even listen to these pernicious people. I used to have a hate for the boil over. I started going to Baptist school in first grade and finished my senior year. I saw so much destruction by these people that it would take the love of God to heal that pain. It is so ironic