Shoulda Robbed a Bank
Hugh Yonn
Language: English
Pages: 135
ISBN: B007Z3SRJQ
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
An insider's hilarious tales from the marijuana trade.
If you are considering a marijuana offense to raise cash, rob a bank instead. The time spent in prison will be much less. A crime involving marijuana is a ‘very serious offense.’
These are tales of adventure relating multiple smuggling operations. Some successful, some not. Tales of the perfect off-loads involving multi-tons of the evil weed. Tales of mishaps, complete with lost aircraft, lost pot, and close calls with the infamous DEA.
The story of a wild party that lasted fourteen years until the dreaded: “They got us!”
No one was hurt—no one was injured—no one was killed—there were no victims.
Then why did they put these guys in prison?
If you are curious about the true story of the marijuana smuggling business, here it is—and it’s damned funny. Good times were had by all—until prison.
That was not much fun.
Massachusetts lad and his wife were ready for another round. When I came back with their drinks, the young man leaned forward and asked very quietly, “Hugh, do you know where to get any smoke around here?” “What do you mean?” I asked. “The cigarette machine is right over there.” “No, man. I mean a little weed.” “Holy cow!” I said, kinda in shock. “I don’t know. Where are you guys from, again?” “Massachusetts,” he said. “You know we’re down here on vacation and we smoked our last doob this
our vessel to pull in. We each in turn hopped over the bow and scrambled for the bushy trail. In all, it took less than forty-five seconds for all three canoes to deliver their passengers. The boats then moved slowly on downstream. I figured there were about nine guys ahead of me as we moved slowly, bent over at the waist, through the low-ceilinged tunnel. Looking left and right, all I could see was more underbrush. Visibility was no more than fifteen feet through the thick jungle foliage.
for about two years. They seemed all right to me. Came to work every night, clean, fresh scrubbed, worked their asses off, got filthy as me unloading trucks (ain’t no job for keeping a nice manicure)—they were honest, dependable, trustworthy—everything that I had heard marijuana destroyed in a person. I was in total shock! Jack said, “You swear you never tried it?” “Hell, I ain’t never even seen it!” The only time I had ever heard the word used was by my parents. “Son, if anybody ever offers
had lost twenty thousand bucks worth of weed and I expected immediate payment? No. That wouldn’t work. So, I farted and walked out. CHAPTER 26 Just Trying to Buy Some Stuff Even with a set back like lost luggage, things were still rolling along pretty smoothly. The profit margins were staggering—at least, to me they were. To make twenty to fifty thousand dollars on one transaction (in half an hour) tends to make one lose touch with reality. One day I put together a transaction with
through the door and I offered a seat at our ever present ‘conference table.’ This is where everyone sat while we schemed, played backgammon, snorted cocaine, drank beer, and watched soap operas. Planning the next mission. A never ending endeavor. I asked, “What the fuck happened to you, Kevin?” I had not seen this lad in about seven months. He had crewed on a boat we had brought in with ten thousand pounds. His pay was one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars for three weeks’ work—and one