Another BL Blogger was discussing a "Bad Trip" off of hallucinogenic mushrooms and it brought back memories for me. In Israel, when you serve in the military, but your family lives abroad- as did mine- you are called a "Lone Soldier." Above and beyond perks given to you in Israel, you get free airfare to that country abroad and three weeks consecutive leave annualy if you serve past the first three years, which is the minimum all Israeli Jewish men serve. After those three years, you either re-enlist or else you take a gap year before university (virtually all Israeli Jewish men begin university at age 22) and then serve as a Reservist until age 56. In my case, I served nearly 7, went into Reserve, became a pro again in 2006 and retired in 2007 at age 40.5 based upon acrrued combat time, because virtually all my service, including my 45 days each year in Reserves, was in combat (or counter-terror which is accrued the same).
At age 19, I began using my airtickets to fly to my family's home in Brooklyn, in New York City. Getting back to Brooklyn, it didn't take me long to run into my friend Avi. "Avi" is a Jewish name but Avi was a Puerto Rican, Alberto Sanchez. He and his brother in law Roberto "Berto" Andujar were the reasons why I ended up being shipped to Israel at age 12. I had begun running the streets with Avi.
Avi told me that Berto had gotten hooked on "dope." Dope, in New York, only refers to a single substance, heroin. In 1986, the year I am referring to, the city was awash in Southeast Asian #4, the best illicit heroin in the world in terms of quality at that point and ever since. Berto supported his large habit by selling cannabis and "mescalin." By "mescaline" I mean 75 microgrammes of LSD dosed on 3/32 of an inch saccharine tablets, what we used to call "double barrels," usually died purple, or on tiny pasta stars, the type used in soup, dyed a bright red and dosed with 90 microgrammes. Now, mescalin requires a huge dose, comparatively speaking, you will never fit half a viable dose upon a single pasta star or saccharine tablet and yet, people bought the idea hook, line, and sinker.
My third day home Berto and Avi invited me to go with them, to "re-up." We drove into Manhattan, shot up the West Side Hiway to 125th Street in Harlem, turned left up Lennox and hit W145th Street, the last major street before Washington Heights which begins at 156th. At the time, W145th was the centre for brickweed and dust. At W145th and Parkside Avenue there were eight different brands of Angeldust, PCP. Although crystalline dust was popular across the river, in New Jersey, where people ignorantly called it "T," as in "THC" powder, sniffing it, and even injecting it, in the city liquid PCP was sprayed onto mint leaves and packaged in. plastic ziplocs that were then folded and put into little manila envelopes, sometimes coloured, and stamped with brand names just like glassines of heroin. In fact, one brand, "Crazy Eddie," WAS in a stamped glassine instead of manila.
PCP, for whatever reason, is a racket controlled by blacks. It is the only illicitly synthesised drug in which blacks run the entire show from manufacture to distribution. I study drug geopolitics quite seriously, it is actually a sub-genre in anthropology and if I ever return to school I just may pursue a degree in it. It isn't very competitive of course, and so for an older person such as myself it would be a wise choice. Anyway, if you want to take a peek at the academic side you ought to check out Pierre Arnaud de Chouvy, or Rapoport, fantastic work. Anyway, I added this because I was going to say, I have studied the dynamic and have only ever found a single non-black manufacturing it. A Mexican American in California was the only exception.
The bags cost 8 US per, but a "bundle," 10 bags, were 50 US. Each bag had enough for 3 or 4 pin joints but if you could take three puffs of a pin joint and still want more, you were a super human. The reason we had gone up there though, was to re-up on brickweed. Jamaicans lived on the southside of W145, going downhill. They had touts on 145 itself, "How much you need playboy?" Berto would buy 5 pounds at a time, 2,000 US. They sold as little as a quarter pound, 110 to 120 US.
Usually, they had "Hefty" rubbish bags filled with it and an Ohaus triple beam. Berto would say "5 pounds," the guys, always mumbling in patois, "I and I lambsread blah blah bloodclot" and scoop it out with their hands, place it in thick large Ziplocs, with each pound packaged separately, and we would leave, usually pretty stoned because the Jamaicans were always happy to let you smoke some. Berto had six guys selling "Tres Bags" (pronounced "Tray Bags," at 3 US per, giving each dealer 50 US Cents per bag as "PC," New York slang for their end, or "percentage." He would go through 5 pounds every 3 days, making double his money after PC and overhead, he had two guys feeding the six dealers with "packages" and at at least two of the "spots" he has to pay off beat cops.
Ill get to the rest in a subsequent entry...
At age 19, I began using my airtickets to fly to my family's home in Brooklyn, in New York City. Getting back to Brooklyn, it didn't take me long to run into my friend Avi. "Avi" is a Jewish name but Avi was a Puerto Rican, Alberto Sanchez. He and his brother in law Roberto "Berto" Andujar were the reasons why I ended up being shipped to Israel at age 12. I had begun running the streets with Avi.
Avi told me that Berto had gotten hooked on "dope." Dope, in New York, only refers to a single substance, heroin. In 1986, the year I am referring to, the city was awash in Southeast Asian #4, the best illicit heroin in the world in terms of quality at that point and ever since. Berto supported his large habit by selling cannabis and "mescalin." By "mescaline" I mean 75 microgrammes of LSD dosed on 3/32 of an inch saccharine tablets, what we used to call "double barrels," usually died purple, or on tiny pasta stars, the type used in soup, dyed a bright red and dosed with 90 microgrammes. Now, mescalin requires a huge dose, comparatively speaking, you will never fit half a viable dose upon a single pasta star or saccharine tablet and yet, people bought the idea hook, line, and sinker.
My third day home Berto and Avi invited me to go with them, to "re-up." We drove into Manhattan, shot up the West Side Hiway to 125th Street in Harlem, turned left up Lennox and hit W145th Street, the last major street before Washington Heights which begins at 156th. At the time, W145th was the centre for brickweed and dust. At W145th and Parkside Avenue there were eight different brands of Angeldust, PCP. Although crystalline dust was popular across the river, in New Jersey, where people ignorantly called it "T," as in "THC" powder, sniffing it, and even injecting it, in the city liquid PCP was sprayed onto mint leaves and packaged in. plastic ziplocs that were then folded and put into little manila envelopes, sometimes coloured, and stamped with brand names just like glassines of heroin. In fact, one brand, "Crazy Eddie," WAS in a stamped glassine instead of manila.
PCP, for whatever reason, is a racket controlled by blacks. It is the only illicitly synthesised drug in which blacks run the entire show from manufacture to distribution. I study drug geopolitics quite seriously, it is actually a sub-genre in anthropology and if I ever return to school I just may pursue a degree in it. It isn't very competitive of course, and so for an older person such as myself it would be a wise choice. Anyway, if you want to take a peek at the academic side you ought to check out Pierre Arnaud de Chouvy, or Rapoport, fantastic work. Anyway, I added this because I was going to say, I have studied the dynamic and have only ever found a single non-black manufacturing it. A Mexican American in California was the only exception.
The bags cost 8 US per, but a "bundle," 10 bags, were 50 US. Each bag had enough for 3 or 4 pin joints but if you could take three puffs of a pin joint and still want more, you were a super human. The reason we had gone up there though, was to re-up on brickweed. Jamaicans lived on the southside of W145, going downhill. They had touts on 145 itself, "How much you need playboy?" Berto would buy 5 pounds at a time, 2,000 US. They sold as little as a quarter pound, 110 to 120 US.
Usually, they had "Hefty" rubbish bags filled with it and an Ohaus triple beam. Berto would say "5 pounds," the guys, always mumbling in patois, "I and I lambsread blah blah bloodclot" and scoop it out with their hands, place it in thick large Ziplocs, with each pound packaged separately, and we would leave, usually pretty stoned because the Jamaicans were always happy to let you smoke some. Berto had six guys selling "Tres Bags" (pronounced "Tray Bags," at 3 US per, giving each dealer 50 US Cents per bag as "PC," New York slang for their end, or "percentage." He would go through 5 pounds every 3 days, making double his money after PC and overhead, he had two guys feeding the six dealers with "packages" and at at least two of the "spots" he has to pay off beat cops.
Ill get to the rest in a subsequent entry...
