I let a wholesale and retail distributor of recreational pharmaceuticals play on the wire, I was playing on a sales agreement myself so we both knew we wouldn't be getting paid that night. I had seen a huge stack of money on his kitchen table. After seeing stacks of a million and two million dollars I would guess it at a million or more. At the time I guesstimated it at three or four hundred thousand in the early eighties. Whatever, every six months he could cover our high five figure bet and he was only a few months from his twice yearly big deal. Three weeks later men in black suits, one of the federal agencies, did coordinated raids on his home and three or four other locations he was expected to be. They missed but I lost my money! Somebody warned him and he scooted. None of the local bikers or friends of his admitted ever hearing from him.
Can't blame him for getting out of Dodge, if convicted he was probably looking at twenty to natural life but that is still another grudge I have against the Fed's, they were responsible for my biggest score going up in smoke! Being a biker he would have paid if caught in front of other bikers with the cash. He couldn't look like a weasel. He asked to play, I spent about fifteen minutes weighing not only my chances of winning but my chances of getting paid if I did win before playing him. He lived a few doors down from somebody I was spending time with so I thought my chances of getting paid were good since I had good intel on him. Feds queered that deal though!
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