Reg moves to Toronto to work, and starts a family

Editor's note:  Reg wrote of leaving Nova Scotia, after the sentencing for his drug arrest.

After I wrapped things up at St. Mary’s, I moved back home to P.E.I.   That’s where I met Jean, who eventually became my wife.  She and I were perfect together (or so I thought).  She had a good sense of humor and she didn’t mind me selling drugs or handing out with my friends all night.  She never complained about anything and she tolerated all my bad habits.

But I didn’t have a job in P.E.I.  I didn’t want to work anyway.  I could make a lot more money selling dope.  But after getting busted there was a lot of pressure from my family to go straight so I decided to give it a try.  Not in Souris, but in Toronto.  I packed my bags and Jean and I moved to Toronto.  I took a job there at a record and tape distributor making not much more than minimum wage.  But I had over $10,000 in the bank when I was in Halifax so I was comfortable.  We were only there for a month or two when [Janine] announced she was pregnant.  Oh fuck.

So she moved back home.  I had some friends in Toronto and I wanted to spend the winter there.  When spring came around I moved back to the Island. 

Jean had the baby, a boy – Steven (my middle name) and we rented a house and moved in together.  With my place now I started selling coke seriously.  I was buying it cheap by the kilo in Montreal and selling it by the gram.  The money was good.  This went on for several years with me amassing a small empire and a big habit.  Eventually I moved to Charlottetown and opened my own business [Days of Wine and Beer], a retail store selling wine and beer making supplies.  I was selling ounces and pounds of coke now, living the high life.  I always had a roll of hundreds in my pocket.  I had five cars and the money to do anything that I wanted.  But nothing lasts forever … even cold November rain.