Mighty Mercury

10

 

Soon after, Bill and I dissolved our business.

 

I had a court date coming up. My wife Peggy was doing a year in jail for forging a prescription for her diet pills, a parole violation. I sold our house to pay our lawyer to get her out.

 

Two days after she got out, I went to court. Boy, was she mad. I had been living with Delores, Dennis' girl. He had recently been shot by a policeman while trying to rob a drugstore. I had helped her arrange the funeral and all, and started staying with her, as I was lonely. Our lawyer must have told Peggy my court date, because she went to my sentencing. The judge gave me 18 months in the County Jail. My wife and daughter moved to Oakland, California soon after.

 

While in jail a fellow inmate advised me about a program at Fort Logan, a drug and alcohol Rehab Center that sponsored people with substance abuse problems. I wrote to the Director and said I needed help. A few weeks later, I was taken back to Court and the judge ordered that I be placed in the program.

 

I was taken directly to Cenikor, not Fort Logan. Cenikor was a drug rehab center and I refused to sign any papers to commit me there. But I was taken there anyway.

 

I just could not hang there, even though I probably needed some rehab. I was there for two weeks. I kept on thinking of my wife and child who were then in Oakland. So I escaped and went to California.

 

Peggy and my daughter, Johnna, were homeless, staying here and there.

 

I went to Lake Bariessa with Danny, Peggy's cousin, because he claimed that we could make some money there. When we got there, his truck was running on empty.

 

We checked the parking lots where people parked while they boated on the lake. But all the cars were locked and too many people were around. Walking back to Danny's pick up on the road, I spotted some people playing volleyball on a field down below us. I crept down a ravine. Someone had hung their trousers on a tree at the edge of the field as they played. I lifted a wallet out of the pants and climbed back up the steep hill. The wallet contained about $2000 dollars and many credit cards.

 

Since we were almost out of gas we had to coast most of the distance down the mountain. At the base of the mountain there was a gas station convenience store. We filled the tank, bought some food and made our way merrily back to Oakland, using a credit card, of course.

 

That day happened to be my birthday, and it was a happy one indeed. I was able to rent a nice apartment for my family.

 

A few days later, Molly, Peggy's mother, took me to Alameda, where I had formerly been employed. I was re-employed at the ladder company.

 

One day Danny introduced me to Wedo, a drug dealer. Wedo was well connected in Los Angeles with the  "Geme", a Mexican Mafia.

 

He needed financial backing with his business of dealing drugs. I suppose Danny told Wedo that I was a "for real  dude". Wedo advised me that he was having trouble with his people in Oakland, that is, his drug dealing people. He asked me to go to L.A. with him to straighten out a problem with his suppliers there. He owed them money. Because of his inept gang in Oakland he had lost a lot of revenue.

 

He wanted me to go to talk to his suppliers with him in L.A., in hopes of getting back in good standing with them. Why he thought I could help him, I didn't know. But I went to L.A. with him.

 

We drove to L.A. and arrived there early on a Saturday morning. As soon as we got there he called his connection from a payphone near to the motel we had rented. His connect told him to stay at the phone booth he was calling from.

 

Soon his connect drove up and Wedo got into his car, a black Mark IV Lincoln Continental. Danny and I watched the transaction. Wedo told the connect that Danny and I were armed, as we were flanking him from nearby. The connect drove to our motel room  directly across the street and dropped him off at our unit, then left. We went to the room to join him.

 

The connect had given him two ounces of heroin. Wedo had told him that Danny and I were there to  protect him, in case the connect had had any idea of retribution for the money Wedo owed.

 

The connect had been impressed. He told Wedo that he wanted to hire us to fulfill a contract he had out on one of his runners who had burned him for a sizable amount of drugs. We all had a good laugh at that.

 

After we had tested the quality of the heroin, I said, "I'm going to get us something to eat down the street."

 

Danny said, "Wait, I'll go with you." I noticed several police cars arriving at the motel. I was just about to comment on it to Danny, when two well dressed detectives confronted us with drawn pistols. We were frisked and ordered to sit on the grass near the motel office.

 

After about a half hour I asked one of the cops, "Are we under arrest,or what?"

 

"No," he answered. "The motel across the street over there was robbed awhile ago. The witnesses say you two were by the phonebooth where your cohort left an empty moneybox."

 

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said. "We just rented a unit here about an hour ago."

 

They kept us detained on the lawn until they went to our room and searched it. Wedo was in the room and I felt sure he would be arrested, as we had left our guns in the room. But he had broken the guns down, taken them apart. He had flushed the heroin down the toilet.

 

They let the 3 of us go, as the police had not found the money taken in the theft of the motel across the street.

 

Wedo asked me, "What shall we do now, John?"

 

"You have to call your connect and tell him what happened." I answered.

 

"I don't think he's going to believe me. I  already owe him some money."

 

"He thinks you have us for back up."

 

We finally decided that Dan and I would drive back to Oakland, and Wedo would meet with the connect later that day to try to mend the situation. I told Wedo he had to face it. We couldn't return to Oakland with nothing.

 

Wedo had persuaded the connection that his story was true. But we now owed his man for four ounces of heroin.

 

I kept on working at the ladder company. While I would be at work during the day, Peggy would deal. At night, I would handle the business.

 

But our habit was worsening day by day. I was becoming concerned about our daughter, Johnna. She was three years old. If something were to happen to me, she and Peggy would be on their own.

 

My sister Clorie and her husband Earl came on vacation to California. My father came along to visit me. He stayed with us for about 4 days. My father loved Old Grand Dad. My bar was well stocked. We drank to perdition.

 

I asked him if he would take Johnna back with him when he returned to Denver.

 

A few days later, the narcs kicked down my door. I had no drugs there, but they did find some syringes in their search. I was taken to jail and sentenced to 35 days. I released all the money I had to Peggy from jail, which she used to get back to Denver. When I went to pick up my back pay from the ladder company, I was fired, of course.

 

For about a week, I worked with some Oakland associates. They were using heroin regularly. I refrained from using drugs until I had enough money to return to Denver and my family.

 

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