As for our cocaine supplier at this time, it was through a friend of a friend that we’d met a cop who was selling drugs… He was a fantastic connection for coke and had been supplying many around the local area. His prices were great, and his products were top-notch, especially his pure Bolivian flake…
He had the perfect racket. He could buy from large suppliers, who were getting it directly from sources in South America, and he could have any competitors arrested. He had informants. He had supply. He was making cash hand over fist but was smart, low-key, wasn’t dressing too flashy, drove a Subaru.
His whole situation was a perfect reason for paying public servants more as well as legalizing all drugs (in my opinion).
Unfortunately for us, though, the cop disappeared, fucking vanished, like Jimmy Hoffa, like milk carton, missing poster type shit, and was never heard from again.
I’d like to think he’d been stacking his cash and escaped to South America, is living out his days on a white sandy beach somewhere. Or he could have been fish food at the bottom of a river or eaten up by alligators in the Everglades. Either outcomes highly probable in the Miami drug trade.