Be still, and know that I am God...
PSALM 46:10
Coming tomorrow, Chapter 3 Part 2
PSALM 46:10
SITTING IN THE WAITING AREA just in front of Air
Jamaica’s ticket counter at Miami International Airport
around the 5th of February, 1973, reading a small pocket
testament containing the books of Proverbs, Psalms, and the
New Testament, was this long-haired, bearded hippie with
all his earthly possessions in a small backpack. It was me,
and it was one day after the gun had been put to my head. I
was on my way to Montego Bay, Jamaica, to finish the dope
deal that had gone bad and to recover the money I owed my
partner in crime, David M.
Traveling to Jamaica was something I did very often. The “Ganja,” as it was called (or marijuana, as quality and potency. Jamaica was also a place where many would-be, and “want-to-be big time dope dealers” would go to try to make the deal of a lifetime happen. Such was the case with me.
Traveling to Jamaica was something I did very often. The “Ganja,” as it was called (or marijuana, as quality and potency. Jamaica was also a place where many would-be, and “want-to-be big time dope dealers” would go to try to make the deal of a lifetime happen. Such was the case with me.
I knew my way around the island pretty well. I had
Jamaican friends with farms up in the hills, where I would
go and hang out and smoke the Ganja to my heart’s content.
Coming tomorrow, Chapter 3 Part 2
