American Tragedy
Thursday, July 23, 2009
100 Pounds Pt. ii
This is me
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The First Pickup
I received the call at about 10:00 PM. It was the call I was waiting for all day. I didn’t think that they would call so late, but I would soon realize that every call would be at night.
The call was to tell me it was time to leave my house and head across two states to make my first pickup. I packed up an extra set of clothes, my toothbrush, and other bathroom stuff, then hopped into my moms 3/4 ton Chevy Silverado. Sitting in the passenger seat was the only person I trusted, my mom. We backed out of the driveway and headed out.
Before that day I was what you would call a reckless driver. I had no respect for other drivers, and even less respect for the laws of the road. But for this trip and all that would follow, I became the perfect driver. The trip took eight hours total, we only stopped for energy drinks and to pee. Staying awake was the hard part, but I had a few weapons of choice: Radio, Red Bull and Newport's. Smoking was my ultimate weapon. The strong flavor of the Newport along with the cold air blowing in from the cracked window were enough to wake me up every 20 minutes.
After two hours I noticed my mom looked extremely tired. “You know mom, I’m gonna be fine driving so you can put your seat back and rest.”
“No I can’t sleep in cars, I’ve never been able to. That’s okay anyway son, don’t worry about me.” But I kind of wished she would fall asleep. She was very jumpy the whole way, which made the trip a lot more difficult for me.
The world seems empty sometimes when you are driving through the Midwest in the middle of the night. I guess that's a good thing when you are doing what I do.
We arrived to the capital of Arizona at 8:00AM the next morning. It was a foggy morning which made it kind of hard to see the road. My employers had left a reservation for us at a small motel just outside the downtown area. I went to the front desk and got our keys, then took our luggage to our room. We each had a twin and we fell right into them. We were both exhausted but couldn’t rest for more than an hour. We were meeting my employers for breakfast at a local restaurant. The hour flew by faster than a dream.
We met my employers at a Mexican restaurant near the motel. One of them asked for my keys, and took my moms truck. When we sat down with the employer that I’m going call the CEO. He told us that the other guy (who I’m going to call the VP) took the truck to prepare it for the trip back, and would be back in an hour. I ordered juevos rancheros and a shot of Remi to help calm myself. It was then that my mom told me that my Dad always drank Cognac.
We spoke to the CEO about our trip, everything else was just small talk. When the VP returned he asked me to follow him to the truck. “Get in” he told me as he opened the door to the passenger side and pulled the seat forward. I climbed into the back of the truck and waited for him to get in on the other side. Once inside, he placed his hand on one of the compartments on the side of the back of the cab. “If you reach your hand into these compartments you can pull them out like this.” He lifted the compartment about an inch. “When you get home, pull these out all the way and remove every package inside the walls of the truck. Do you see?”
“Yes.” Then we said goodbye and headed back to the road. The drive back wasn’t as bad. Probably because of the daylight. I was nervous about what I was carrying, but I hardly saw any cops, and I doubted that they would suspect a young man like me, driving with his 40 year old mother. I was right.
Monday, May 11, 2009
100 Pounds
In my first post I said that I'm not a product of my environment. I admit that my current place in this world probably has a lot to do with who I came from. I think that I should cover my parents. So first, my dad:
Lucian and Manny began work as collectors for the Mafia. They had to get pretty rough with some people every once in a while, but made lots of money doing it. To Lucian, being able to support his family was the most important thing, nothing he did mattered as long as his family had everything they needed. Manny on the other hand, was working for Manny. He wanted to have everything to himself, and was getting into drugs, but it wouldn't last.