I got out of jail recently and this is the last time I'll ever go back. I fell back into my addiction hard this time but finally got my head right after careful self examination. I lost absolutely everything thing this time but like always I'll get it back and then some. My wife and I are seperated and not sure if that situation is fixable. All I can do is become the best version of myself possible and get back into the swing of things.
I ended up going to high power this time around and hated the politics as I not racist at all. I'm actually glad to have fallen so hard because it added to my character and made me grow even stronger mentally. Now it's time to rebuild physically. Looking forward to being part of this brotherhood once again, you guys always have lifted my spirits and encouraged me to travel in a positive direction. Thanks to all my brothers that are still on here. Special shout out to Ben for being one of the most solid dudes I know.
I knew you were going through it. I was asking about you and finally heard you had surfaced a couple or 3 weeks back now. Then the other day I actually heard from you, yourself, and not just another possible "Ozzy spotting."
You already knew all those folks and all that madness was right where you left them and they will always be there. The names just change on the indictments and court dockets...then, again, there's always room for the retreads. Guys like us who have already been down that road but who have, through circumstances and perhaps to a certain degree, fate, find ourselves right in the thick of it like we never left.
San Diego is a Police State. Has been for some time, as you know. The feds have a firm grip on the lives of all those who decide to make a living moving to and fro along the border.
The promise of large pay days and easy money is, has been, and will always be, one of the draws that border has on people.
I spoke with a young lady a couple of months back who was caught up in one of those federal indictments you spoke of. There's an endless stream of them.
She was #12 or 13 on a 50 something person indictment. She had been homeless and met up and moved in with the #2 man on the indictment on the same day that I had last seen her. That day was her cousins funeral.
Her cousin was a long time friend of mine who succumbed to the temptations this world offered in the way of a heroin overdose. We spoke briefly and I was overcome with the desire to get as far away from her as I could.
The desperation and sickness that her life was fraught with was palpable as was evident in my uneasiness and need to get far away without exchanging numbers or anything more than the most basic expression of my condolences to my friend's family.
A little more than 2 years after that day, she found me on Facebook. She had signed for a mandatory minimum 10 year sentence and was expecting to not be able to walk herself in to be sentenced on her own free will.
Her pre trial probation officer was not happy with the dirty UA she gave him the week before.
Having a son and not having 2 nickels to rub together I assumed she had cooperated to earn her pre trial release. Not having the wherewithal to mount a defense she said she had offered to do all she could to help herself. She said the feds had phone recordings from every phone she was aware of, including hers which was supplied by the #2.
There were body cams from people who had been inside the house owned by the #2 and in which she lived in exchange for cooking and cleaning as well as providing the occasional stress release that turns into days long missions often seen in meth fueled relationships.
Unfortunately, her wifely duties also included packaging large quantities of methamphetamine and shipping those pkg's to such exotic destinations as Dubai.
I knew that #2 guy and had been to his home down in SD in 2005 or 2006. He was best friends and partners with my dead friend whom I went to say goodbye to at that funeral.
The guy was a trust fund kid who exhibited all the signs of being one; expensive car that is trashed from being loaned out to guys who don't give a fuck about the car or the person who loaned it to them because they are viewed for what they are...a crackhead, and being a trust fund kit with provisions/stipulations. They are cash poor but their base needs are provided for.
They appear to have money. The BMW and beautiful home in a hi rent district would make it appear he is well off.
Their family was aware of his shortcomings. And, while loved deeply, they weren't going to allow all the hard work they did be pissed away...or smoked/snorted away.
They(trust fund kids) don't have cash. What they have to offer their creditors(dealers) is the use of their car and residence. They are used and abused with impunity.
Off on a tangent again...the soon to be female inmate..
I believe her when she said she had nothing of use for the feds. Its Cartel shit. She was along for the ride and will pay dearly for it.
It will become more clear on sentencing day. If she avoids mandatory minimum sentencing then we know she had SOMETHING useful. If not, she'll be able to say she didn't rat. She'll have to wait 10 years for most of us to hear, but she'll still have that to say.
I was happy to hear from you, Oz. Happy to give you a hand as many of these meso guys did for me. Great group of guys. I'm glad I can be on the side helping out. I'm gonna get at you in about an hour from the time of this post. Welcome home!!
