Gta V Drug Dealer Mod

[Edward]

Iwas introduced to the drug business by an older guy from Queens, New York. He and his girlfriend lived in the same apartment complex as myself and mine. He had two cars, loud music and nice clothes. All the things that I didn't have, but wanted at that age.

I always noticed that he was home when I left for work and when I got home. He was always coming and going and had a steady stream of people going in and out of his apartment. At that time I was ignorant of the wild ways of the world and did not recognize what was going on.

A week later I was driving a 55 gallon hefty bag full of marijuana back to Tennessee from North Carolina. In the following weeks I was schooled in the weed business and my entrepreneurial dreams came to life.

I was raided by S.W.A.T and taken to jail on three occasions. Infrared beams dotted the chests of my girlfriend and our children like chicken pox. Guns were pulled on me when I tried to collect drug debts.

My home was burglarized numerous times by robbers looking for my stash of cash or drugs, or both. My relationship with the mother of my children was poisoned with the possibility of me being sent away for decades at any moment.

Not once during this period of my life did I even try to understand the hurt and harm that I brought to my community. I justified the fact that I sold poison for profit by comparing it to what the government did with alcohol, tobacco and prescription pills.

Since the age of 16 I maintained a job, from bagging groceries to stocking shelves and cooking pizzas at fast food restaurants. I even sold Kirby vacuum cleaners. But the fast life I was living put that world far behind me rather quickly. I took on a high and mighty view of myself in the underworld.

Having some nobody threatening to fire me if I didn't do what they said was less than enticing. How could I lower myself to work for people that come to see me at night to spend their entire paycheck for the weed or crack I was selling?

It's funny how life will find a way to force feed a man slices of humble pie when he least expects it. My slices came in the form of a sealed federal indictment. I was sent to Bristol Virginia Jail, and faced life in prison at the age of 28.

Imagine a strip mall with a big factory at the end and a four building apartment complex across the street. Add, in the distance, a community recreation center loaded with the latest fitness equipment and surround it all by a ten feet tall razor wire fence and you've got yourself a prison.

I was placed in the jail's kitchen, given an apron, a large spoon and told to stir huge pots of boiling slop. Over the course of a few weeks I had gone from turning my nose up at punching a clock for pay to working for free in the city jail. What a fall from grace.

Day-to-day life resembled that of an all-male college campus or military base. There were sports leagues and teams, pool and chess tournaments, and even movie night in the chapel every Friday. Every morning the prison came to life with a call to breakfast followed by one to work shortly after. That work call became the most important one to me, and hundreds of others.

Missing out on the lives of my young children was somehow made easier when I was able to escape from that harsh reality and lose myself in the work day. The work became therapy, and enabled me to cope with being in prison.

But it didn't stop there. Once I finally got to an actual federal prison after fighting my case for almost four years I went on the offensive. I sought out jobs. I worked as a janitor in the education department before becoming a GED instructor in the same building.

I taught Adult Continuing Education (A.C.E.) classes to men young enough to be my sons and others old enough to be a father. I worked as the equivalent of a busboy in the prison cafeteria cleaning up after messy inmate workers on their lunch breaks.

As I rounded out the last years of my 15-year sentence I became an inmate worker advocate lobbying Congress for higher pay. I acted as a job recruiter of sorts actively seeking out qualified candidates to come work for $0.23 per hour in UNICOR, the prison factory, luring them in with the hope of one day earning just over $1 per hour. I was highly successful.

Over a 20-year span, my life had come full circle. All the skills I learned as a teen worker prior to selling drugs at age 21 were the same skills I used as an inmate worker in my thirties and forties at my prison job.

Ironically, I had become the Joe Blow and John Q that I had so regularly bashed and laughed at during my drug dealing days. It took my irregular job to land me in prison so that I could find the true value in being a working man.

Now that I'm almost free, living in home confinement and getting by on $15 per hour, I look at drug dealing in my forties the same way that I once looked at working in my twenties: I don't plan to ever do it again.

Aaron M. Kinzer is an Empowerment Ave. writer, poet and former drug dealer. He worked for $0.23/hr while serving nearly 13 years in Federal prison for leading a narcotics conspiracy. He has written for The Columbia Journal, The Philadelphia Inquirer and Parents Magazine.

The Los Angeles Sheriff's Department (LASD) began investigating Ross in 1985 but wasunable to make any arrests or drug seizures. In January 1987, the LASD and Los AngelesPolice Department teamed up and formed a task force to target Ross and others in SouthCentral Los Angeles. The task force became known as the Southwest Crew and consisted ofnine members. The task force began to focus so intently on catching the elusive Ross thatit became known as the Freeway Ricky Task Force. According to later indictments, themembers of the Southwest Crew also stole drug money and possessions from drug traffickers.According to the later federal indictment, in April 1987, the officers chased Ross andshot at him when he fled. According to subsequent trial testimony, they then planted akilo of cocaine in the path of his flight and claimed that Ross had dropped it. They alsoclaimed that the shot fired by police had been fired after Ross had fired at them. Rosswas later arrested on these charges. The charges were later dismissed for policemisconduct based on Ross' assertion that the police had disparaged Ross' attorney, AlanFenster, during their questioning of Ross and therefore interfered with theattorney/client relationship. A tape of the interview was produced by police and found tohave a substantial portion of it edited out. The court then dismissed the charges.

State authorities came to Los Angeles Assistant U.S. Attorney Jim Walsh and asked ifthe federal authorities could prosecute Ross for the offense that was dismissed. The localofficials showed Walsh the transcripts of the remarks that had been directed to Fensterand that had caused the court to throw the case out. As an accommodation to the stateofficials, Walsh said that he would try to prosecute Ross and put a LASD deputy sheriffbefore a grand jury. The deputy testified that he had pursued Ross and that Ross had shotat the deputy and dropped a bag of cocaine as Ross was going over a fence. Sometime afterthe grand jury appearance, the deputy became implicated in the corruption scandals (knownas the "the Big Spender" cases). Once it became clear that the deputy wasimplicated in corruption, Walsh realized that the case against Ross was not going anywhereand could not be prosecuted. Ross eventually became a witness for the government in aprosecution of this deputy and others. This was discussed in Chapter IV.

Ross told the OIG that, in 1987, under pressure from the corrupt LASD Task Force, hedecided to retire from the drug trade and move to Cincinnati. But he said he shelved theseplans when Blandon called him soon after his move in 1987 and asked him to meet him inDetroit. There, Blandon said he needed someone to help him unload 13 kilograms of cocaine,and he offered them to Ross for $10,000 a kilogram. Ross accepted, and he used hisconnections in Cincinnati to sell them. Ross later explained that he had done this as afavor to Blandon, because he himself had not needed the money.

Ross told the OIG that working in Ohio was very different from Los Angeles, becausealthough Blandon was still supplying cocaine at low prices, retail prices were muchhigher. Ross therefore made a huge profit on every sale. After Blandon moved to Miami,Ross dealt primarily with Blandon's partner in Los Angeles, "Jose," but Rosssaid he would involve Blandon in negotiations from time to time, and Ross went to Miami afew times to get drugs from Blandon. According to Ross, Blandon also introduced Ross to asupplier in New York and met with Ross and the supplier there on Ross' first trip to NewYork to pick up drugs. Ross stated that, on this occasion, he picked up the drugs in NewYork and either gave the money to the supplier in New York, or sent the money to Blandonin Miami. Ross also stated that Blandon continued to supply Ross' friends in Los Angeles.

Blandon denied to OIG investigators that he continued to deal drugs after he moved toMiami. He stated that he turned his customers over to Roger Sandino and Jose Gonzales, andthat Ross had worked with Gonzales. Blandon said that Ross had involved him innegotiations with Gonzales a couple times because of problems they were having, but thathe had merely called Gonzales to work things out, and had not made any money for thiseffort. Blandon denied having dealt with any supplier in New York on Ross' behalf.

Ross was never prosecuted for the huge drug empire that he presided over in Los Angelesin the early and mid-1980s. As noted above, a 1987 case pursued by the Freeway Ricky TaskForce was dismissed by a local court for police misconduct, and the federal case againstRoss was closed when deputies involved were accused of corruption.

Between 1986 and 1990, a number of other jurisdictions investigated Ross' activities,but none with any success. In October 1986, Ross was arrested on federal charges in LosAngeles for conspiracy to distribute cocaine in St. Louis, Missouri. The case was laterdismissed for lack of evidence. The case stemmed from the arrest of Michael Wingo in St.Louis, who possessed cocaine and a significant amount of cash when he was arrested. Inpost-arrest statements, Wingo told DEA agents that Ross had supplied him with twokilograms of cocaine a week.

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