Year of the Rat
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 3h 23m
  • Reads 211
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 7
  • Time 3h 23m
Ongoing, First published Jun 13, 2023
Mature
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It was the mid-80s and we had a plan to make money selling Marijuana grown in Mexico distributed throughout the United States. A story about friend's that made a killing until the law finally caught up. They called it easy money but after living that life for as long as we did, I can tell you nothing was easy about it. This is a fast-paced adrenaline-filled story that starts with a phone call that would turn into a criminal enterprise that would last almost a decade. Starting with an old friend with a forty-pound problem in Chicago ending in a run from the law and incarceration in a federal penitentiary. These are true life accounts that have been accurately written that explain the ins, outs, ups, downs, and close calls in the drug trafficking game of the mid-80s to mid-90s. The choices and actions that were made would forever change and alter the course of all lives involved. So, hang on you're in for a wild read.
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