PDJ
Have a friend who was selling a lot of crack and Oxycontin on 16th & Mission (a very well known open air drug market) back in 2010. He had a stash house in an apartment just above the corner. When the SF Giants won their first ever baseball championship he thought would be a good idea to fire off his fully automatic rifle into the air from the stash house window. Needless to say, cops kicked down the door and, in a surprise to nobody, arrested his Black friend first only to figure out it was this other dude, my White friend, who went full Rambo. Found a mountain of drugs as well.
He was thrown in San Quentin for a few years.
He’s a crafty fellow. Managed to make friends by becoming a part of the cleaning crew. He’d get the water boiling hot. He’d then wrap tortillas he’d purchase from the commissary in garbage bags. He’d steam them in the hot water. Pull them out, put some cheese and salami on there….he’d make prison pizzas for people in whatever section he was in. Never had any problems.
He’s married now. Seems to be doing okay, even if we don’t chat much anymore.
