Growing up on Florida?s Gulf Coast with a childhood steeped in fantasies of swashbuckling pirates, I guess it was natural I?d end up in the smuggling business. My first jobs were unloading bales of Colombian red and gold-bud in 1976 from shrimp boats that hauled about 50,000 pounds. I got paid $5,000 dollars for working all night running bales down the dock and loading them into waiting vans. I got the nickname ?El Jefe? from the Colombians on the shrimp boat. No one uses real names in the smuggling world, and my alias meant ?The Chief? in Spanish, mocking both my young age and inexperience in the trade. ?Chipper? was the guy who put me to work, and my smuggling confreres were nicknamed Coyote, Country, Snake, and The Old Man. You didn?t know their real names but trusted them with your life, money, and future.games
Submitted by Anonymous () on Fri, 10/23/2009 - 01:31.
Growing up on Florida?s Gulf
Growing up on Florida?s Gulf Coast with a childhood steeped in fantasies of swashbuckling pirates, I guess it was natural I?d end up in the smuggling business. My first jobs were unloading bales of Colombian red and gold-bud in 1976 from shrimp boats that hauled about 50,000 pounds. I got paid $5,000 dollars for working all night running bales down the dock and loading them into waiting vans. I got the nickname ?El Jefe? from the Colombians on the shrimp boat. No one uses real names in the smuggling world, and my alias meant ?The Chief? in Spanish, mocking both my young age and inexperience in the trade. ?Chipper? was the guy who put me to work, and my smuggling confreres were nicknamed Coyote, Country, Snake, and The Old Man. You didn?t know their real names but trusted them with your life, money, and future.games