RICH MITCH

"COCAINE IS GOD'S WAY OF SAYING 'YOU'RE MAKING TOO MUCH MONEY!" " the genius Richard Pryor

aloha 2u,
saw a portion of BLOW, with Johnny Depp, about the history or organized cocaine marketing in the usa.one scene reminded me of something in my own life...MITCH.

RICH MITCH
NYC the 70s
i worked in retail on Gold Street, a block or two from the NYSE on Wall Street.i was a xmas temp and i did okay, even tho my manager kept asking me WHAT DO YOU REALLY DO? i finally confessed to being a writer so that he could relax too.

anyway another xmas temp was a blond jewish kid named Mitch, kinda dumb or stoned i thot until i got to know him. here is how he got rich...like most wealthy jews of that era, his family had a summer home in florida with a pool and cuban pool boy.Mitch learned spanish from the pool boy and found that the guy could also teach him how to sell grass, Mitch took this knowledge and a starter load back to his private school in nyc..soon Mitch was rolling in dough so he branched out into cocaine...

Mitch's semi downfall came when his father found a bank account notice with twice the money he had in his own savings, Mitch confessed his dealing and did some time in juvie and was on extended parole.
Mitch smiled at the memory.
WHAT'S SO FUNNY? i asked.
MY DAD, ONLY FOUND ONE OF MY BANK ACCOUNTS,he replied grinning.
oh wow.
so of course i told him about my love affair with psychedelics.
YOU'VE NEVER TRIED COKE?he goggled.
so, long story short, after work one day we are in the east village surrounded by dark men carrying machine guns (i sh*t u NOT!)with a pile of uncut coke the size of a human head on a glass table before us, Mitch has a gold coke spoon on a neck chain and i got a FREE HIT OF UNCUT COCAINE....now i had done speed once or twice and this was like the Superman of Speed.

i didn't like it, maybe it was all the paranoia and weaponry.tried it another time with Mitch at a Filmore East rock show, same results.not my cuppa tea..or coke.SIGH.

I'M WITH STUPID!
frisco the 80s

CONTEXT
you're in a fancy hotel having sex with a married woman, you and she are both married to other peeps.
comes a knock on the door.
you put on a robe an answer it.a tall rangy black woman tells you she is the ESCORT you ordered.you say you didn't order any Escort and point at your naked lover in bed, she asks if she can use your phone to call her agency YOU DO NOT NOTICE THAT SHE STEALS YOUR WALLET.she leaves and you go back to bed...she comes back, insists you ordered her,she calls her agency again THIS TIME SHE STEALS YOUR LOVERS PURSE!
she leaves again, this time your lover notices her purse is gone and calls the front desk.
this is where i come in, the front desk crew is eating lunch and i am manning the phone when the call comes in. i spot her rushing from the elevator and give chase, she makes it to the sidewalk before i grab one thin arm SHE THEN PICKS UP MY ENTIRE BODY WGT ,@245 LBS, WITH ONE ARM AND ATTEMPTS TO FLING ME THRU A 8 FOOT TALL PLATE GLASS WINDOW!!! WTF????

now i have lifted off my feet maybe 3-4 times in my entire life, once by a huge freckled german woman who liked me-luckily, but never one handed.using my martial arts training i twisted catlike in mid air and landed on my feet just as her pimp rolls up in a flashy caddy and she tosses the loot to where he can grab it without stopping.what teamwork...
so i wrestle her back inside the lobby,now prepared for the fight of my life, after the second or third time she kneed me in the groin- (thanx jock strap!) i reflexively reached for the heavy steel flashlight that hung at my belt-i was in KILL OR BE KILLED Mode by then, the juices were flowing. luckily the bellman,my friend Kim's lover, has come out to see the commotion.only his eyes, which grew big as hubcaps, kept me from punching her ticket Permanently.

YOU'RE HURTING ME she lied.
IS THIS THE WAY YOU TREAT PEOPLE AT YOUR FANCY ASS HOTEL?, a returning snarky male guest queried.
ONLY THOSE WHO STEAL FROM OUR GUESTS,i say thru gritted teeth deciding not to kill him. so i loosen my grip and she wriggles free and lies repeatedly about YOU'RE HURTING ME! i wasn't and whatever fueled her super strength was ebbbing as i applied a judo hold then sat on her back until the cops arrive, the guests from upstairs are in the lobby now and ID the perp as the cops find two bloody spikes (needles for coke) in the perps own purse.
IS THIS YOURS? one of the cops asks our guests.

fah chrissakes,
everybody's got a dumbass remark. so i have to write all this down , a copy to the cops, for the GM (general manager) and insurance companies. iin all my years as cabbie and security my bosess were NEVER SUED for whatever i'd done.sure i got write ups for being a cynical smartass but i also got commendations for heroism and bravery,so it balanced out.
and yes, the perp was indeed uninjured.the cops even knew her by name...and she was out stealing again HUGE SIGH.

so that's it for me and cocaine, hope you enjoyed it.

MINISTRY OF MEDICINES
namaste
mega

BTW am printing hard copies of my earlier blogs, I AM HUMBLED...i promise to do better.thanx G MAN for the observations.