How the heck did I end up in Muskegon? It’s a long story, but one you will find interesting I promise! It all started in the deep south, where my partner Max and I ran a low-key cannabis distribution network.
I say “low key” because we didn’t traffic in weight, we supplied other small dealers around the area with a steady supply of weed.
Max wanted to scale up the operations, but I wasn’t so sure. The more weight we sold, the better the chances that the cops would pay attention to us. I like to keep a low profile. Around this same time I got a call from an old pal who lived in Muskegon, Michigan, who invited me to his wedding. I decided to bring a pound of killer cannabis as a wedding gift, and I drove my van up to Muskegon for a week of festivities. About thirty miles away from Muskegon the van broke down for the final time. It had given me problems before, but I could tell this time was different, and it would not be able to finish the journey to Muskegon. I packed up my gear and my cannabis and went to walk the rest of the way on foot. I did a little hitch hiking, and by the time I made it to Muskegon the following day I was running low on cannabis. In order to help get a ride and make it town on time I had to bribe the drivers with some of the cannabis. On the bright side, I made it to Muskegon in one piece, although now I needed a new wedding gift.