Summer of 2001 and since we both recently quit our jobs we decided to hang out. Not long after he had a proposition for me…deliver crack to addicts.
By that time many of our high school mates embarked in a career of drug dealing. The story was it was a $15-20,000 month gig. Being 21 that was a mind boggling amount of money. So much so that I didn’t believe it. Having nothing to do that summer I rode around with the guy who ran the line.. The dollar amount was not an exaggeration. It was a $100 plus an hour job.
Being unambitious and having hope for life I rejected the offer. I had $7000 in the bank and wasn’t feeling that desperate to sacrifice my future. I always thought that I could make it in life by legitimate means. Besides I wanted to travel and getting in trouble with the law would have deterred that dream.
If I had taken the job I’m certain it would changed my path forever but I don’t know exactly how. Sometimes I think there’s someone out there watching over me.