cousin mike murdered, march 1993
One night I got a call from my brother telling me that [my cousin] Mike in Montreal was dead. Somebody slit his throat outside a bar in downtown Montreal. I think this is when things started to go bad for me too. I was able to get another drug connection and the money was good for a few more years but I had gotten a look at the ugly side of the business and things were never the same as when I was getting it from Mike. We were family. With Mike, if I was late with the money it wasn’t a problem. With anybody else, it doesn’t work that way. After Mike died I did a lot of thinking. I stopped planning for the future and began to live more for the moment. What a mistake that would turn out to be.

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