Ken

Summertime.

We stuff that, you know, and as the market got more sophisticated, you couldn't sell that stuff.

Yeah.

So I decide to drive up there.

We agree to take it to Washington, D.C., where there might be a market.

A friend of mine, the guy actually, the pilot said he might know somebody.

So I fly up there, load the weed into a U-Haul, driving back down, and I get pulled over in Massachusetts because the guy's looking for fireworks.

He legally searches the truck, finds the weed, and next thing I know, me and my friend are in jail, the guy.

And in that story, my friend had gotten out of the business, and I called him up.

He was working in New York as a legal guy.

I go, do me a favor.

I need to move this truckload of weed up.

I'll pull it out of Mass.

I just don't want to drive it the rest of the way.

I'll pay you a thousand bucks just to take it from, like, meet me in Mass and then drop me off in New York City.

You take it to D.C.

And he was going home for two weeks to see his family.

And I go, and then I'll fly you home.

You can have a nice vacation.

I'll fly you back.