THE NARRATIVE ARC
I Was a Convicted Drug Dealer but I Got a Second Chance
Now I work for the prison system and the IRS
My career as a drug dealer began when I started selling marijuana. I made decent money, got invited to a lot of parties, and met a lot of very interesting people. But things took a much darker turn when I began selling — and later manufacturing — meth.
While my old pot customers would typically get high, watch TV, laugh, and eat a lot of food, meth customers were a different breed. Many of them stole things to support their habit. Some of them violently robbed people to get cash or items they could trade for drugs.
Many of my meth customers went without sleep for 5 to over 14 days — a result of the massive amount of adrenaline and dopamine that was released into their bodies after injecting or smoking this dangerous drug.
Being a meth dealer wasn’t easy. I had to adopt a no-bullshit attitude. I set strict business hours so meth addicts didn’t show up at all hours of the night and morning. I had several guns at all times to fend off any jackers (people who rob drug dealers) stupid enough to try to rip me off.
I had a crew of ruthless thugs who were willing to go to great lengths to protect me and my drug business. It was a…
