Enraptured
2006-05-08 3:51 a.m.
So about two weeks ago, a good friend calls out of the blue. His nephew, M, just finally got released after an ugly stretch. He�d recently graduated from an Ivy league on the east coast (one that I wanted to attend when I was a kid, actually).He got caught with a good deal of weight in his trunk. His father has pull, so his sentence was rather short and he�s finally allowed fresh air once again. Coincidentally, I got a call from my ex about her best friend�s boyfriend catching his first offense for a small amount � unrelated but potentially some similar scents (yes, as in smells).
I remember when I got the call about M first getting caught up. 6 months out of an ivy league and he�s found his way right into another institution because I guess he thought he was destined to be the next Scarface.
I was in the room when M was getting the speech from his uncle about growing up. It�s pretty sad, though expected that this little fucker didn�t hear a word of it�
Selling drugs in college is like selling Jesus to the poor, owning the McDonalds on a space station, or selling security and leadership to Americans. There�s no way to lose. Not only are you in high demand, if you can supply, the outcry is immediate.
In college, you generally have a college town (or neighborhood), filled with kids from neighboring villages (suburbs, towns, whatever � �villages� is far more fitting), who�ve no idea how to acquire that which their newfound freedom from village parenting requires. They�re too stupid and scared to walk out into the neighborhoods and get their own shit.
This creates a concentrated marketplace in which you are one of a very few viable suppliers. You�re the same age, with the same background, which makes you approachable and safe. Since you�re one of the few in this world of children far too scared of growing up and venturing into the real world, everyone on campus is suddenly your best friend doing anything and everything you demand.
You don�t even need a sales pitch. No bible, no cross, no gold encrusted church, no stories, no bullshit. Word of mouth will bring your disciples straight to your door to worship the ground you shit upon. You don�t even have to have good shit!!!
I hadn�t realized how easy it was until I dropped out the first time, stopped back a few months later and realized that all my friends from the neighborhood (non-students) were still living like kings. The only reason we ever did any of it was for free weed and next thing we know we have permanent residency regardless of enrollment.
Once you leave school, you have a serious wake up call to attend to. The ice in the water consists of people who actually think criminal activity is a viable business that will give short term gains for the long haul. Such things only exist in the corporate world � legal drugs, war industry, oil, etc.
The other idiots generally have no issue with being forceful to ensure their smart business plan of nickel and diming their way to millions succeeds � or at least looks like it does. Maybe they�ll drop a dime. Maybe they�ll drop a sledgehammer on your ankle. Maybe you should get a fucking job.
The cool factor in doing illegal shit shrinks as one�s criminal record grows. Your world gets smaller. Suddenly you look behind more often than ahead. Suddenly there are places you can�t go and people you can�t talk to. Suddenly you don�t trust your own family and friends. Suddenly your girlfriend�s a lying whore only out for your bankroll. Suddenly j-walking is a far more serious offense than it should be.
Did you know that a great deal of people get caught up for murder and other illicit shit because of a cracked windshield or a broken tail light? Ever watch cops? Sure they�re usually fucking with drunken hicks, but regular people get caught up for dumb shit as well - not because they�re standing over a body with a steaming shotgun, but because they rolled through a stop sign on some miscellaneous side street. Did you really think the cops were concerned with a 12 inch crack at the top of your windshield?!
What the hell do I know. I guess I know that I've been on my shit enough not to get caught up for anything that matters. And I suppose that's all I'm trying to get across. If you want to do dirt, then do it. Go at it. Be the next godfather, I don't give a fuck. But think a little bit. Take some pride in your freedom. Don't carry weight, find an idiot to carry the weight for you and never tell him your real name. Obey teh little laws when you're breaking the major ones. Pay your taxes when you're running an entire crime family.
I�m not really fan of the law, though I understand it's purpose. I figure most law is merely a band aid for poor education and a hypocritical culture devoid of realistic principles. It�s required because we have no means of teaching each other that �karma� is meaningless in solitude and hence defining otherwise.
And one day, maybe we�ll figure all that shit out. One day we�ll start cutting away laws and enhancing our education, making the world a better place from within ourselves. we'll legalize all drugs like Mexico, we'll cut the law books down toa few simple and basic rules and live happily ever after.
But until then, the idea that selling a high to strangers will be anything like selling a high to college kids is a silly pipe dream and I�m not sure I feel any sympathy for you or your soon to be enraptured anus.