16. Selling Cocaine
Selling Cocaine is the continuation in a series of hubs in which I discuss my life of rebellion, dabbling in the Occult, drugs, crime and prison to life-changing conversion through Jesus Christ. Click here to read it from the beginning. In this hub, I will discuss experiences I had as a cocaine dealer.
The city where I resided, was not known for having good quality cocaine. Meth—that was another story; although, that was even hit and miss. However, I got connected to some Mexicans who were smuggling cocaine to the Bay Area straight from Mexico; and the stuff was as pure as Alaskan spring water!
I dealt in quarter-kilos of it. I either got them fronted to me or bought them for $4,600. The first quarter-key I bought was sold that night! I didn’t expect it to go so fast; but by the time the night was over I had something like $6,500 in my pocket. I was amazingly shocked. Buying my quarter keys (9 ounces) for $4,600 meant that each ounce averaged out to $510. I would sell them for up to $700 each. I even had this one guy in San Francisco who would buy the whole quarter-key from me for $5,200. That was a quick $500 come-up. He would end up being the downfall of me, though.
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No Price too High
A friend of my San Francisco connection was a regular when it came to buying ounces. I sold them to him for around $600. He was a DJ at a club. He liked to get super coked out; and he only wanted the high quality stuff. He would not settle for less, even if the price was lower.
There was another guy who I sold to that developed some kind rare illness from using cocaine. He ended up in the hospital because of it. He got some kind of red dots all over his body as a result. I discovered this after meeting him in a parking lot to sell him an eight ball. I said, “Are you crazy? You just sick off this stuff and you want to buy more?” He wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Once, I got ripped off by some guys. They came from Sacramento to buy some coke from me. I made two deals with them. The first time, I sold them a half-ounce for $400. They actually counted their money wrong and gave me an extra $100, which made my day. They came back some time later for an ounce, which I sold to them for $700. This is where they got me.
One of them met me in a parking lot late one night. He jumped into the back seat of my car. Next, he handed me the money and I handed him the coke. As soon as I handed him the coke, he jumped out of my car and disappeared. As I was counting the money, I realized it was fake! That’s when I jumped out of my car to go after him, with my gun in my hand; but he was nowhere in sight. I never saw him again.
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The guy that bought quarter-keys from me for $5,200 and ended up being my downfall bought crystal meth from me a couple of times too. Once, I sold him a half pound and made a quick $500. Unfortunately, it wasn’t good quality. He complained about it, so I told him I would sell him some good quality meth at cost the next time I got it. A short time later I got a pound for $9,500, which was pretty good quality; and he said that he would take it. It was supposed to be for his friend, who turned out to be an undercover DEA agent.
I met the two in a parking lot in Emeryville, CA. I really didn’t want my customer’s “friend” there, and I expressed that over the phone before going to make the deal; but after arriving there, the two of them met me together. Not thinking straight (I was up on meth for three days), I decided to go through with the deal. We did it in my customer’s friend’s car, a 2002 model Ford Mustang.
I had the dope inside of a cell phone box, sealed in a zip-lock bag. When my customer’s friend asked to see the it, I opened the top of the cell phone box and tilted it towards him so he could have a look inside at the white, crystally substance in the bag. I asked, “You got the money?” He replied, “Yeah. I just need to chirp my girlfriend on the phone so that she could bring it to me.” He then hit the two-way radio chirp on his Nextel cell phone, and immediately we were surrounded by the feds!
They came out of nowhere! Two carloads of them came to a screeching halt, one to the front and one to the rear of us; and they jumped out with their hand guns and assault rifles drawn on us. “Get out of the car, now!” they demanded. I threw the box of dope out of the window and we started filing out of the car. As we were stepping out, I was able to slide a handgun I was carrying from my waistband to under the passenger seat. However, they discovered it later and pinned it on me.
I scored a good connection on cocaine. At times, it was very profitable. At other times, people ripped me off and I lost out on some money. (This is getting pretty repetitive, isn't it?) I have seen people with serious cocaine addiction problems. What’s more, Someone I dealt cocaine to ended up setting me up with feds, and they arrested me in an undercover drug deal. In my next hub, I will talk more about my arrest and what prison conditions were like for me, and how the feds attempted to get me to cooperate with them for a drastically reduced prison sentence. Click on the link below to read on.