Louis Ziskin

Now you get to keep the shopping and you make 200 grand, but every one of them trunks is filled with pills on the way back.

And the reason for that was, is that we used to fly private to Vegas all the time.

So one of the, and we would pay cash dudes would give us deals.

So one of the dudes pulls me aside one day and he says, Hey, listen,

shows me aeronautical maps, shows me refueling stations, and he highlights the customs offices.

And he says, theoretically, if you're flying back from Europe and you land in Maine or Minnesota or any of these places to refuel, which you have to for any of the private jets back then, unless it was a full size.

He said, what happens is two hours before you land, the pilots call into customs to tell them who's on the plane.

Remember, this is pre-September 11th.

So, bro, if you look, the customs office here at this airport is four hours away at 100 miles an hour from the airport.

So if they want you, you're going to have two and a half, three hours on the ground before they get there.

So all you got to do is have somebody there who's willing to overpower the pilot and take the shit, which is no problem, right?

I mean, there's no security at these private airports.

Right.

And that never happened, but that's what we were doing.

So anyway, back to the past.

The Thanksgiving, my lawyer calls me.

He says, hey, there's an indictment.

And I was like, okay.

I'm telling myself surrender and I'll get bail.

And he's like, all right, they make a deal.