ROLL CALL ~ A Prison List (True Prison Story) (22 page)

Another thing I studied about Paul was his business philosophy. Instead of stacking his cash to get better and better wholesale prices on quantity, he spent his profits on toys. He had the Saleen Mustang, a boat, tons of fishing gear and a garage full of other things. He seemed to be comfortable renting his apartment and staying in the same rat race. I hit him up on it and ran down my plan to own a house first, and then acquire the toys when there was enough capital to keep everything rolling right.

Paul told me, “You don’t want to get that big for a couple of reasons. You’d have a greater chance of landing on the law’s radar and catching a bigger chunk of time, and the saying, “easy come, easy goes” is true. Because of these two things, I buy toys.”

The more I saw of Paul’s business network the more I realized he was true to his word about the rules he lived by. All of his business was with people he’d known for years and they were all over 21. Except for me, and a girl named Natasha.

It also turned out that Paul was as competitive as I and we went at it in darts, pool and even bowling. He couldn’t hang in some of the other sports like basketball, baseball and football but was down to give it his best shot. I found that Paul’s specialty other than the speed business was fixing things with his hands. He was an amazing auto mechanic. Almost all of the shops around town were his playground and network. A seed was planted in my head on how to go legal. If I could manage my money well enough maybe I could start a mechanic shop for Paul to run. I brought it up and Paul liked the idea but thought it was too far reaching at this point. He offered an idea of how to help us get there. He’d always imagined buying cars from auctions, fixing them up and selling them at a profit.

CHAPTER 52

That girl Natasha was nineteen and I was in lust. She was a five foot ten inch part-time lingerie model. Her Dad owned a soft nude magazine that was local to San Diego but he also had a studio in his garage in San Clemente. Natasha had blond hair and green eyes. Her bone structure around those green eyes gave her that cat woman look. The rest of her bone structure had me hypnotized. I scooped her up as my first business associate in the speed world and it was on and cracking.

I chased her around trying to get some play for almost a month before she gave me some action. It took pouring my heart out and explaining my life story before her heart melted. Even then I pretty much begged to get a taste.

I rented a decent hotel and she undressed for me in a strip tease that was exotic under lights that were a little too dim. I was so close to a virgin from not going to high school and living a normal life that I almost busted a nut before we even began. I had no idea what I was doing. I wanted to go down on her and spend all night exploring how to make her love me. Instead, she grabbed my almost exploding boner and brought me to her.

She was lying on her back with her legs in the air open for me and I felt her fit me inside of her. I thought, the harder and faster I filled her the better so I turned myself into a jackhammer. After about fifteen thrusts she saved me from the embarrassment of a premature explosion by pushing me away. She looked at me like she was disgusted with my technique and I asked her, “What? Am I doing it wrong?”

The way I said it seemed to melt her and show her I really did care. Her face went from irritated to a sexy smile. She said, “I’m not a blow up doll! I’m a woman. You’ve got to treat me like one… Not like a piece of meat!”

I took that as a green light to do what I really wanted to do. Explore her body. I went to her sexy arched feet and started massaging one. I kissed her ankle and told her, “I’ll take better care of you this time.”

I worked my way up her legs and got the feeling she wasn’t comfortable with the amount of intimacy I was shooting for. When I got to her sex I licked, sucked and darted my tongue in circles… I got pushed away again!

This time I said what was on my mind. “Natasha, I’m trying to show you how much I want your body. Can’t I go down on you and get you into it until you’re writhing against me and I can taste you?”

She gave me that irritated look, but, I could see the smile underneath it that meant I might eventually get that chance. But not this time. She grabbed me and pulled my boner back into her.

She said, “This time slowly! Listen to me breathe and feel my heartbeat.”

I did and she was right. It was way better. I was so insanely turned on. I wasn’t going to last very long, but apparently long enough. I heard her breathing turn into small gasps. I felt how hot and wet she was and kissed her softly.

When we were done I was still wired and depraved so I tried to persuade her to let me go down on her. She just held my hand and told me I was sick. I think it was the speed talking.

CHAPTER 53

I was sitting on a swivel chair in Paul’s garage spinning in circles impatiently wondering what in the hell I should be doing. It had been three weeks since I’d started using speed and I’d only slept twice, briefly. I was feeling pretty good other than that impatient feeling. Natasha was the only client I had slinging the product for me and I was making interest in my investment in Paul’s product. Money wasn’t coming in fast enough. I thought about my marijuana hustle I was neglecting. There were still people I could do business with on that end and there were still people who owed my brother and I. I felt like it was time to make something happen.

Paul, on the other hand, seemed content with the pace we were on. He was sitting at a table next to me tweaking on his new tungsten darts we used to battle each other on the dart board. I looked at Paul’s face. He looked haggard. He’d been trying to keep up with me. Since I was new to this speed thing my tolerance to it wasn’t built up yet so I was feeling relatively sharp and refreshed. I got up from my swivel chair and walked to the desk where Paul was sitting and snorted one of the lines.

I started pacing like I’d gotten into the habit of doing. It helped me think. I got the feeling it affected Paul and made him feel like he was lagging; like he couldn’t keep up. My mind focused on opening up a shop for Paul to run as a mechanic. Then I turned over his idea of buying cars from auctions and selling them. Then I thought about the fastest way to financial success. Incorporating big Bob as our personal speed cook, I decided the only way I was going to make that happen was through action. You have to shock people to make them believers.

“Paul! Does anyone owe you any money? I’m going to go collecting on some past due accounts owed to my brother and I. Why don’t you do the same?”

I watched Paul snort his line. His crinkled face went from old and haggard… to awake and determined to keep up. He went into his wallet and started digging. He pulled out a list, then another, and then a third one. He studied the three list with a shocked look on his face. He grabbed a pen and scratched off a few that had paid and added a few he was just now remembering. He consolidated his three lists into one updated one and looked at me.

“What are some of these people thinking? Did they think they could take me for a ride?”

Paul went back to adding it all up and exclaimed, “I’m owed $1,800!”

Now that I’d lit a fire under his ass I threw my grand plan at him. “Check it out Paul. If we tighten up our program and collect all of the money we’re owed… We should be able to buy a pound of dope from Bob. You said we could turn that into about $30,000. Then all we have to do is put all of that into the ingredients to make the shit and have Bob cook it for us! Once we’re done liquidating all of that we should have enough to open up a mechanic shop for you! We wouldn’t have to run in place anymore. We wouldn’t have to buy used cars.”

I stopped talking because I could see Paul wasn’t listening. In my head it was as easy as A. B. C., or one, two three, but I couldn’t do it without some assistance! Frustrated, I told Paul, “I’ll be back in a while. I’m going to some lame’s house who thinks I’m just going to go to jail without getting paid what he owes me for my quarter pound of weed.”

CHAPTER 54

A couple of hours later I pulled back up to Paul’s garage. I saw him pull the drapes on his living room kitchen to look down at me. I laughed at his shock. The back of my truck was filled with a dryer, T.V. and some other shit.

Paul got the garage open in a hurry. He looked worried and asked, “Is that shit stolen?”

I shook my head no and explained. “It’s collateral until my money is in my hands. I knew your dryer was broken so the guy loaned me his. I’ve also got this T.V. and some fishing gear. I thought you might be interested in it since you like to go out on your boat and fish.”

I tried to read Paul’s mind. He might be thinking, ‘this youngster Benny I’ve got on my line is a shark! Is he going to take me for a ride that speeds us right off a cliff?’

Paul asked me, “What exactly happened?”

I lowered the tailgate to get the stuff inside Paul’s garage but Paul wasn’t moving until I answered.

“Okay Paul if you want to hear it out I’ll tell you. I show up at the dude’s house and open the door and see the cocksucker lounging in a recliner with his feet up and a fan pointed at him watching T.V. like he doesn’t owe me $1,200.”

Paul stopped me. “I thought he only owed you $800.”

“You see what happens when they owe you for months, you start forgetting shit. That’s what they hope. Then they hope you’ll just go to jail, or worse yet, they might even try to help put you there! That’s how I’m going to look at it. So back to what happened. I’m standing there and I ask him if he has my money. All he said was ‘Nope.’ No explanation at all. He’s just sitting there lounging with a smirk on his face like I’m in the way of his T.V. So I walk to his T.V. and start unplugging it. The guy gets up and has the nerve to whine about me not calling before coming over! Then he actually put his hands on me to stop me from acquiring his T.V. as collateral. That didn’t work out too well for him. He got thrown around his living room and seemed to realize the error in his ways pretty quickly. He was ready to listen. I told him I didn’t want his stuff, just my money. He seemed to understand. Since I had his undivided attention I asked him if he knew Bob Prescott. He said he didn’t. I told him he should man up and help me find him so we could flush the rat down the drain, or at least out of our county. He whined that he just wanted to get high and not get caught up in all of that.”

I looked at Paul standing there taking it all in. “You know what I pictured Paul? I saw this guy smoking my pot he hadn’t finished paying for and me in jail. Then I pictured that rat piece of shit rapist Bob Prescott coming over to his house and getting high with him. So I explained to him that if he hung out with people like that, or didn’t mind them around, he was condoning it and was a coward for being unwilling to do anything about it! At that point we loaded up his stuff together.”

Paul was still standing there in shock so I tried to make him laugh. “Paul, I think we bonded while we loaded up his stuff.”

Paul smiled. “Did he really not plan on paying you? Did he think you were already in jail?”

I said, “Yeah. I think so.”

We unloaded the booty into Paul’s garage. After we were done with that Paul pulled out his updated list. I listened to him on the phone. He told the other end of the conversation that he had a collector who was coming to see him if the debt wasn’t paid within the week. The next call he made he let my name slip out along with some subtle threats! I was being insanely fronted off and wondered for a second if it was innocent. It couldn’t be. Paul was too smart for that. Did he think I wasn’t?

I told Paul while he was still on the phone not to use my name like that. When he got off the phone I told him, “You don’t call and threaten them! You show up like I did without any warning and handle your business. I’ll go with you to help if you want.”

Paul nodded his head okay. “Alright, but it’s no big deal about your name. They don’t know who you are and I’ll just tell them you’re from L.A. or San Diego.”

I responded, “That’s good, but make up a name. I don’t want mine thrown around on the airwaves and getting attention.”

While I had some Momentum going I wanted to make sure my plan was Paul’s plan about incorporating big Bob into our program and being professionals about it to go legal and own a mechanic shop. I started in on him.

“When are we going to invest in some more rocket fuel?”

Paul looked evasive. He was focused on the new dryer I’d brought him. He moved the old dryer out and said, “It should be any day now… I’m just waiting for him to call.”

I felt something that didn’t seem right. There was hink in the air. “We are still going to hit him up to buy his ingredients right?” I laid heavy emphasis on the We Are.

Paul was doing everything he could to avoid the question. I had to assume Paul didn’t want me to meet big Bob. I could picture Paul telling me that big Bob doesn’t want to meet anyone new. Sorry, you know how it is. He’s paranoid. But we are still business partners and you can trust me to do good business for both of us with him. That was the last thing I wanted to hear and I could feel it coming so I dropped it.

CHAPTER 55

I went down the street from Paul’s to a small pool hall that also had dart boards and an arcade. Natasha was going to meet me there to unload some speed for me. She was the coolest thing going in the little surf community of San Clemente since she was a part time lingerie model and her Dad was a soft porn photographer. Most of her girl friends were enamored with the Hell’s Angels and other bad boys who could make things happen.