Introduction

My name is Sonny, and this is a narration of my life as a drug dealer. 

When you hear the words 'drug dealer' you probably think of a disgusting pimp shoving crack down the throats of children. If you are going to read my story, then you are going to have to clear those thoughts from your mind. 

In this case I want you to think of someone you know, a good kid, maybe your neighbor that helps you with your yard work, or maybe your son who is in college, working towards a bachellors degree in computer science, or engineering. You see, I am not a product of my environment, feeding off of society, I am your neighbor, I am your son. I am the product of society and the economy.

I am not selling crack to children. I'm not selling crack at all. I am selling weed, and a lot of it. I have buyers aged 17 to 77, though they haven't actually met me and probably never will. 

I'm not going to debate with anyone about the "dangers" of marijuana so don't waste your time. You obviously know where I stand on that subject, even though I don't smoke weed myself. 

My story isn't just about being a drug dealer. It is also about family, the mafia, the government, and growing up in the witness protection program.

So if you are still reading, and you are interested in hearing my story, without judgment, then continue on. This is what I call the Autobiography of an American Tragedy.