Ken Behr

We smuggled in, a friend of ours had 40,000 pounds stuck in Canada of all places and he couldn't sell it.

So he contracted me and another friend, and what we devised was a plan where we used a seaplane.

And it can't hold a lot, and it can't land at night.

Like, normally, when we bring a load in, we'd set up lights in a runway at night on a dark road in the middle of nowhere.

Well, this time, the seaplane gets to do it in broad daylight.

So we bring in just 1,400 pounds, because the seaplane can only hold a couple hundred pounds at a time.

Do like six, seven trips.

And we couldn't sell the weed.

I moved it to Ohio, this and that.

So a friend of mine said, Kenny, go back and get the weed and bring it to D.C.

where we had another guy that might have a market.

And I remember telling the guys, man, you're not going to sell this weed anywhere.

It's terrible.

And anyhow, that was 1988, July 4th.

In the book, it's a chapter called Why I Never Work on a Holiday because more cops.

And I always swore I'll never work on a holiday.

Don't do it.

And if you get busted, you can't get out of jail because the judge is on vacation.

Right.

So what happens is I get pulled over.