My Life In The Valencia Cartel: #1- Setting The Stage

It was first in 2006 when I was 17. I was bussing for a hopping club in Key West- Salón Leopardo for $12 bucks an hour. I had many firsts at that club- my first cigarette, my first line of coke, my first fuck, and my first love. But then, I was bright eyed and bushy tailed, and wanting money. Little did I know, I'd be making much more than I bargained for. 

My boss, Manuel had sent his enforcer, Victor, to get me. "Manuel quiere verte," he said. I was shook. I grabbed my heart, and said "¿Yo? Bombus el busser?" and Victor nodded. I followed him to the back of the back, and took a seat in Manuel's plush office. In no uncertain terms, Manuel barked "¡Tienes moxie, chico! ¡Te quiero en mi ruta!" once again, I was speechless, and once again, I said "¿Yo? Bombus el busser?" Manuel threw an ashtray in my direction, and I started the next day.

In English, Manuel beckoned me to join his shipping route, which was a very particular route (pictured below). We went first to pick up the product in Bolivia, Peru, and Columbia, then we'd take it back to Key West to package it. Then, we'd send it (in order) to Georgia, Louisiana, Texas, New Mexico, Colorado, Arizona, Nevada, California, Oregon, Washington, then onto Canada, where we'd go to British Columbia, Alberta, Saskatchewan, Manitoba, and then Ontario. Coming down from Ontario, we'd go to Michigan, Illinois, and to New York. 

From New York, we'd go to Europe, heading to the UK, Northern Ireland, Netherlands, France, Andorra, Monaco, Spain, Portugal, Italy, Montenegro, and then to Albania. After that, to Australia, and then circling back around to Uruguay, then to Bolivia where you start the process again. I was on the 3rd crew with Butch (an African American gentleman from Miami), Juan (one of Manuel's bouncers), and Jack (a white guy from Key West), and we all got along famously- even having an orgy with the same woman and pooling our cash to get her an illegal abortion in Panama. Ahhh, those were the days. 

It was backbreaking, hard work but honestly?? It was fun. I got in good with a lot of the people on the trade route- from Chris in UK, to Pierre in France, I had a lot of fun, and a lot of STDS. Manuel was a cold son of a bitch, but I got around to him. He got everything we wanted for us- our own supply of blow, whores, booze, guns, money- and we even took vacations with him to Asia, where we all had our fair share of snake whiskey and ladyboy prostitutes. 

Well, there's the lowdown. Once again, all of my posts won't be like this, but this is about my background. Comment what you want to hear about next!