I was in my late teens, and waist deep in the craziness of the cocaine street life. I wasn’t Nino Brown or Tony Montana, but without a doubt, I was on that path to become the next street cocaine legend.
Like many of the young drug dealers in my day, I started out on the corner. Well, actually, I started out in Chestnut Park in Holyoke, Massachusetts. I was getting money the only way I knew how.
Then one Friday night everything changed.
I went from being a petty cocaine hustler, to living a 200 mile per hour dope boy lifestyle, duffle bags full of money, fly cars, uncut Colombian coke, fully automatic weapons, exotic vacations, greedy corrupt cops, cowboy style shootouts in the middle of the streets, jealous dudes with cruel intentions, funerals for the fallen and not to mention my female sex slaves that I baptized with my piss, and walked like dogs on leashes.
And even though this book is labeled as a work of fiction it’s based off true events. I know everybody has a story to tell. The thing is… not everybody’s story is as good as this one...
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