Ken

In high school, we would literally had it down to if we knew it was tourist season.

or concert season.

We'd buy a pound of weed, a quarter ounce of blow, a bunch of Quaaludes, and just start selling to all our friends.

Everybody knew they could come to me and my brother to get drugs.

We even had two different offices.

He had his bedroom, and I had my bedroom.

So people would come and go to him and say, well, his prices were a little high.

They'd come to me and get a better price.

But we were actually partners.

It didn't matter.

And

And this went on for years while we were in high school.

We were, I had long hair, you know, we were the local high school drug dealers.

Among everybody else, I mean, everybody was, imagine small town America, Hollywood, Florida, which is next to Fort Lauderdale is where I lived at the time.

It was a sleepy little beach town.

You know, I mean, nothing big ever happened.

The police plotter said that somebody's oranges got stolen off their tree, a car stereo or a bicycle.

The old Hollywood Bridge right on North Lake.

Actually, the first... It's completely dried up.

Oh, I...