Back in Puerto Rico
I was back on the island. Everyone in the family needed esta. I saw them all With happy smiling faces. I got a house in Saint Just Carolina. Not the best neighborhood ACCORDING to the People Who lived there all Their Lives; however, it was not even close to anything I'd seen. This was like paradise to us. We did everything under the sun. I spent all my time with the family.
I bought myself a little souped up car and worked on it myself. I raced street all the time. I loved when it rained. I would go out to drift, something the kids do today and swear it was just invented; we just did not call it drifting in Those Days. We would look for the curviest roads and uphill drift sideways. If You Had rear wheel drive you popped the clutch out and hit the gas. This would make the tires in the back spin out. Then you would turn the steering wheel and make the car slide sideways, taking the curve at high speeds, sliding sideways. You then let up off the gas and turned the steering wheel the other way prepared to drift to the opposite way on the other curve coming up. But it was not a sport; it was just something we did for fun.
A year passed and I kept in touch With Jackie all the time, asking Her About Shaliza and hoping she would come to Puerto Rico. She was not going to move here but I kept hoping she would. We wrote to each other and she sent me pictures of the baby. I would look at them and just wanted to be with her. I still have a couple she sat with me and the baby. She Told me people started asking for me less and less.
One day she sent me a letter telling me she was seeing someone else and That would be the last letter I would be receiving from her and how sorry she was. I ripped it up. I felt a feeling i had not felt in a year. I felt like getting on a plane and going there to kill the guy. I planned it out, how I would do it so no-one Knew it was me. But Jackie Knew I would know. I even found out how to get on the plane under a different name and be back in Puerto Rico the next day.
I was side-tracked by This beautiful girl I met. Her name was Daisy. She was the hottest thing in the Entire neighborhood. She had a boyfriend just so we would talk every now and then. One day, while I'm thinking of murdering this guy in New York, Daisy comes knocking on my door. She Knew but not Inglés Knew how to tell me everything I liked to hear in Spanish. She Asked me to take her out. I Asked her, "What about your boyfriend?" She Said, "You have Asked me out a thousand times and now you are worried about my ex?" I Said, "Hah, OK, you guys are fighting. I see you're just trying to get back at him for something, right? "She Told me she was always loyal to him, Otherwise she would Have gone out with me from day one.
We went to Pinones, outside San Juan, Where everyone would go and dance in dark huts With loud music. We would grind up on each other as if we where having sex.
While getting drunk and meeting new people there I noticed everyone was snorting cocaine. I did not think much of it, I was too busy doing my own thing: smoking blunts, cigars Filled With marijuana, and grinding on my little hottie. They would ask me, "Why are you smoking a stick?" They Had no idea how we smoked in New York. I got them into smoking blunts and smoking They would call it a stick (a stick Smoking in Spanish). I would laugh and say, "Want to smoke my stick?" "You want to smoke my stick?" Laughing They would say, "What you trying to say?" I would be like, "You know what I'm saying."
Daisy and I Were sexing it day and night, day after day. She was getting way too close and I HAD to slow it down. One night while hanging out, one of the guys I met was going to get a five dollar bag of cocaine. I was extremely curious Where They Got Their drug from and how it was packaged. I congratulate Told him I would take to buy His bag.
We went to Caserio, the Projects close to Monte Rio Piedra called Atillo. Thugs all over the place. I was like, "OK, this is more like it." We walked in and everyone tried to serve up (sell us drugs). I felt at home. I congratulate five dollar bought one bag. When I saw the bag I Knew why I would come here. It was a small green see-through plastic bag. Could I see the count It had inside and it was a lot.
We hopped into my car and I Told him to open the bag and let me taste it. I Could tell by putting it on the tip of my tongue how good it was. Once I tasted it I Could tell Immediately it was hit at Least one half with Cut. They would mix it one for one, meaning If They had a gram They would add another gram of cut mixture. Think about the profits!
I Asked him, "Does everyone come here?" He Told Me, "No, Most of the people are afraid of coming here." My head was spinning Ideas With The entire night. I got up the next day and the local Went to the video store. I Knew the guy WHO worked there and everyone I Knew That snorted cocaine. I Asked him if I gave him a hundred dollars a day would've let me sell outside the store. I was like, "Hell yeah, I would even sell it for you During business hours." This was heaven sent to him Because the video store was not doing very well.
I started thinking I needed to buy some cocaine and cut it. Put it in bags and sell it. Then I came up with a brilliant idea. You Could never imagined how great it was, pure genius. I Remembered That Were the bags sold at Monte Atillo, Where to buy me congratulate Took His bag.
I jumped in my car and Went straight to the spot Where They sold the five dollar bags. I Asked for four and the guy Asked Me Where I was from. I Told him I was from Saint Just. I was like, "OK, you cool." I Told him to remember me because i was coming back for more in About a day. I Looked again at the count the bags HAD inside them. The amount was huge. I went to a fabric store and Asked for small little button bags, little zip top bags. They Were just a bit bigger than the bags of cocaine i had just bought. One by one I opened the bags of cocaine and Transferred it to the empty ones i had just Purchased at the fabric store. These bags Were That wider than the ones I bought at the spot.
Then I headed out to the video store and gave them to the WHO guy worked there. I Told him to call me when I HAD sold them all. Then I Asked me, "What are these, worth twenty dollars?" I Said, "They are not dimes," ten dollars worth.
Yes, I was buying five dollar cocaine pre-packed bags, putting them into different bags and selling them for ten, doubling my money, without breaking a sweat. The guy from the video store called me back Within fifteen minutes.
I was thinking something was wrong so I headed back to the video store and I Told me I ran out and People were waiting for more. I was not too surprised but I did not know it was going to sell That fast.
I Took a trip back to the spot and bought one hundred dollars worth. The guy Said, "When you buy one hundred I will throw in two additional bags for every hundred." This gave me another idea. I would pay the guy at the video store thirty dollars for every hundred have sold. It would work out perfect.
Next thing you know i had people asking me to give them tell me bags to sell in other places. If They Only Knew I was getting them from Their own backyard. Pretty soon I was buying more than the guy at the spot was bagging up. I HAD to double the amount I was bagging up just for me. I Asked me if I wanted to buy weight but I Told him no, I just wanted to buy it the way I was. I was bringing in so much money it was not funny. People started to notice. Everybody from the streets wanted to be my friend, but other people would look at me as if I was destroying the neighborhood.
I Knew Then i had to be very careful. Puerto Rico will lock you up for life in a heartbeat and the jails Were awful from what I have Heard.
Here we go again: I was back in the drug game, neck deep.
The video store became a 24-hour spot to buy cocaine. The guy from the video store would now stay open until 8 pm Instead of 6 pm and from 8pm on I HAD THROUGHOUT another guy working the night. That's not Including all the others I HAD going to different events around town selling my product. I HAD Their people quit jobs to work for me. Also I was getting all kinds of guns for two bags of cocaine. I kept the ones I liked and sold the ones I did not need.
I had too many friends too fast. I Knew I Had to slow down but it was all just going and moving too fast. Almost a year HAD gone by and I was pumping the product hard. Everyone called me Junie, short for Junior Because I never gave out my actual name.
By this time They called me Junie Just. As if I owned Saint Just. This might seem flattering but it was dangerous. Were there people Who Had Been selling for years before I came and I was cutting into Their profits.
Then I was sent a clear message. The guy from the video store and two other guys sold for WHO Were shoved me into a compact car's trunk and left at the side of the highway, next to Plaza Carolina (the Mall). The car was on fire in September. This is How They sent messages out there. I was lucky They did not come straight at me and kill me. I guess They saw it as the people They Killed let an outsider come in and sell, taking over the neighborhood. So They Were trying to teach two lessons at once.
They Never Knew but I did not Have the muscle everyone thought I had. I was not part of an organization. I was just buying off a guy in the projects Who Had no idea what I was doing With the drugs I was selling to me. I was just making his money off me. I Decided it was time to go back to New York.
My mother was missing New York too. I remember her always telling me how much she missed it. So I Told her I would go first and she Could Follow with the family, eleven I found an apartment.
I was now 20 going on 21.
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