Calling deep B.S. on this. No family, no friends, not even a church... even a sympathetic john who really does not want a dopey partner and thinks of his sister... all it takes is someone to care about one of these gals and the jig is up.
You pulling this out of your hind end.
You pulling this out of your hind end.
And you are calling me a liar. You can chose to believe whatever you like. The events I described did happen.
You have no conception of the combination of charm, fear and apathy that kept anyone from turning him in. My friend had a reputation for beating the sh*t out of people when he needed to do so. He was unafraid of anything. I have to give him that, he was very ballsy. He would fight anyone, or several anyones at the drop of a hat. He once hit this man so hard that it broke *HIS* arm.
Apart from everything else, if one of the "street" denizens ratted someone out, they wouldn't be able to get dope from anyone, and the junkie's primary focus is on getting more dope. Street people are extremely paranoid about Cops and "Narcs". (People who "narced someone out" i.e. turned them in. If word got out that you had "narced" on someone, you were done, and you had better stay off the street or they would hurt you. No doper could stay away from the street, so the system worked pretty well.
Siblings? If they cared, they wouldn't have let their siblings, mothers, fathers, etc out on the streets to chase dope. They also couldn't prove anything.
The cops knew he was a dope dealer and pimp, but they could never prove anything. He transported his product by wrapping it in plastic and shoving it up his anus. He called this "@$$ packing". He got patted down all the time. He got drug dog searched all the time. They never found anything. He always carried small quantities so that he could eat it if he ever thought they were going to cavity search him.
He worked off of a pager. Dopers and Johns paged him when they wanted something, and he went to them. He never let anyone come to him. They would add extra numbers when they paged him so he knew what they wanted. Generally "20" meant I have 20 dollars to buy a rock. "911" meant they were desperate to get ahold of him. There were other codes, but I don't remember all of them.
I could post you his picture, (and the pictures of several other people in the dope smoking demographic from my town) because it is in the state database as are the pictures of all felons, but I have no interest in providing identifiable information. I have been attacked by Liberal/Democrat operatives in the past, and I have no desire to identify myself or where I live.
But what you are telling me by doubting my claim is that you DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT. You haven't seen the drug scene on the street. If you had, you would know these things without me having to tell you about them. You would know about street life and how street culture works. You would know about the dope binges and the @$$ packing, and the orgies and all the rest.
For what it's worth, the man was born in Georgia, grew up in Detroit, (told me "Beverly Hills Cop" was filmed in his neighborhood when he was a young man.) claims that James Brown is his half-uncle, currently lives in North Carolina, his street name was "O.G." which stood for "Old Gangster", and he called me last year to tell me he had a stroke, but is recovering. His son, whom I had met a few times, Turned into a drug dealer like his father, and was shot to death last January, and "O.G." just couldn't take the stress of it.
He has another son, two daughters, (both doing better than the boys) which I have met, and he and his wife just had another child last year.
I like to think I was instrumental in getting him out of that life. Before he had the stroke, he was driving a delivery truck for a meat packing plant. He's pretty much gone straight at this point, but boy does he have some stories to tell.
And no, i'm not pulling any of this out of my @$$.