Writing the Story
So, I have always toyed around with the idea of writing my story, maybe getting a TV show done. A movie wouldn’t work, just WAY too much stuff happened. Or, you could do a movie and just skip 95% of the stories.
Pot is basically becoming legal now, so I have had people say that nobody would care about the story anymore.
The story isn’t about Pot. That was just the illegal widget we were selling. The story is about how a 19 year old clean cut kid, with the World in the palm of his hand, just decides to Break Bad and become the biggest pot dealer on the East Coast.
Given that the Mob was gone from Boston with Jerry Anguilo back in 1983, this group may have created the next generation of the mob. I won’t get into why the various mob factions and the Winter Hill Gang weren’t really the mob here, but that is something I will definitely get into later.
My buddies from BU and I became organized, and made a lot of money. We did crazy shit together, and it all seemed normal. We didn’t start that way, but we slowly got corrupted by our own lives, and the separation we had from the rest of the world. There is definitely an Entourage feel to this story.
I was a bit of a loner and a goofball when I was growing up, and I didn’t have a lot of friends through elementary school and middle school. So I read. A LOT. Like a book a day. All of this reading gave me a lot of information to draw from when I started dealing. One of the biggest influences was a CIA methodology called Hiding in Plain Sight. I had read about this approach, and I applied it to the vast majority of my operations.
So, I was intrigued about writing my story but I didn’t want to jeopardize the life I had created after I was arrested. I have always been good at making money, and I have become well respected in a suit and tie industry. I re-built myself, and within 10 years of my arrest at 25 years old, I was a millionaire again. A bad marriage and a nasty divorce cured me of that nagging wealth problem for the 2nd time in my life.
Interestingly, at the tail end of my divorce, the biological father of my son (yeah, another story for another time) wrote some anonymous letters to my employer about my past. They decided to fire me. I fought back, because what they did was illegal. So, they paid me $50k to leave voluntarily.
I had a new job within days, with a $50k signing bonus. AWESOME! Before I started the new job, my coworkers at the old job threatened to quit if they fired me. So they asked me to come back. We chatted about my signing bonus, so they not only paid me $50k to leave, they paid me ANOTHER $50k to come back! Bio-Dad did me a HUGE favor. I not only got some much needed cash (divorces are expensive), but now the cat is out of the bag. They can’t fire me, and a lot of people now know the story. It’s been almost 20 years since my arrest, so it’s just not that big a deal anymore. It does make for interesting story time at the local bar on occasion.
Moral of the story: Now I can write my story down without worrying about destroying my career!