Monday, June 2, 2014

Where ever the best concert was playing that is where we were playing. We would stand out by the bus the band used after concerts. A couple of ludes to the security guy and we were in like flynn. Most bands would have a huge party post concert, depending on what city they, and we, just happened to be in. Atlanta was always the Bomb! Coke and 714's would get us anywhere. Soon, we were snorting coke with the band members like we grew up, together. Most of your Southern rock bands knew who I was and what all I had. The coke and Ludes were not coming from my delivery friend but were coming via a smuggler in Georgia named JD. He had Cuban friends in Miami that front him all the coke he wanted. They would even deliver, too. In between concerts JD and I spent our time restocking for the tours of many southern bands.
  It was that way until I found JD in his barn hanging from a beam with his nuts cut off. He crossed the wrong Cuban. I knew what I had to do, get the hell out. Disappear. If I wanted to live I knew that was my only choice. That is when I decided to join the
  United States Air Force.
 I wanted to make more money than JD had ever dreamed. Thus, the Air Force.After I paid my debit to Uncle Sam my plan was to fly as much coca in the us as anyone. Military, here I come!

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