Scout’s Honor
“Who the fuck is this?” I said to my weed dealing friend Jose as a woman in uniform walked toward the back yard where we were doing a deal. “Don’t worry amigo. She’s cool.” In the mid 90’s, I bought a lot of marijuana from a Mexican guy who lived in a suburb of Dallas. The community known as Oakcliff. Anyone from that area knows the place I’m talking about. The only people who live in Oakcliff are drug dealers, hookers and crooks. Many times I traveled to and from Oakcliff from Arkansas to buy weed and cocaine. Only got busted one time. That was in ‘96. Drugs are cheap in Oakcliff, Garland and other small cities surrounding Dallas. That’s why I always loved Texas! It’s a drug trafficker’s paradise! All you have to do is make it back across the Texas state line and you’re home free. Lots of dealers move weed and coke out of Texas. Some in elaborate ways, some even wearing disguise. People like me tend to get busted. We are profiled. But, if you look the part, you can make it without any problem at all. You just can’t look like a drug trafficker.
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One day I backed my car up in Jose’s long, concrete driveway and we were cutting a deal. I heard a vehicle pull up out front. Then all of a sudden from around the corner came a Mexican-American, a female, oh probably about 35 years old, clean cut and dressed in a starched and pressed uniform. Not just any uniform mind you.This chick wasn’t in the military. Nor was she a dirty cop or local fire fighter looking to buy a couple of hundred pounds of pot. And she was not a security guard employed by Texas Instruments either. She was a Girl Scouts Troop Leader complete with all sorts of merit badges sewn on her shirt. At first I was paranoid. But then Jose and his partner Julio both assured me it was okay. Closing the trunk of my car not sure if I wanted this chick to see what I’d just put inside, she whispered something to Jose then left the scene. A couple of minutes later she returned with six little girls all dressed in uniform themselves, each who grabbed a large box and carried it back to their van. It was then and there I knew something was up.
After they left, I finished conducting my business with my East Texas Hispanic compadre and went on my way. Could it have been bricks of marijuana in those cookie boxes the Girl Scout Troop Leader and six young girl scouts toted off that day? Surely not. What dastardly bitch would exploit a bunch of little kids like that just to benefit herself in her enterprise of ill-gotten gain? But sure enough, that’s just what this lady was doing. She’d tell the girls, “Okay scouts! After we take these six boxes of cookies over to a man who is going to buy them all, I’m taking everyone to McDonalds for lunch, then we’re all going to Six Flags!” “Yay!” they all yelled and screamed! Here, they thought they had the best Girl Scout Troop Leader of all times when in reality she was using her kids to do dirt in carrying and delivering dozens of pounds of high grade marijuana to another dealer. Looking back, I really couldn’t say if the girls knew what was in the boxes or not.Probably didn’t. But what I do know is … I saw that very same chick at the Federal Transfer Center in Oklahoma City when I passed through in 2005.
I’m sure this lady’s case is in the law books somewhere. If I had the Lexis-Nexis CD Rom law program on PC, I’d look up the case number and cite it for you. Just goes to show you, people will go to any length to smuggle cheap drugs out of the state of Texas without getting caught. There’s so much money to be made in trafficking marijuana and cocaine out of the Lone Star State. Why, I’ve even heard tale of a guy dressing up as a preacher, filling his station wagon with Bibles and religious material, telling the cops who pulled him over he was on his way to a theologian’s seminar in Chicago. When in reality, there was a secret compartment built in the floorboard and frame of his Country Squire station wagon holding hundreds upon hundreds of kilos of Mexican weed. But there was something about this Girl Scout thing. I mean really … what cop in a million years would think of pulling over a van full of Girl Scouts and their troop leader to search for a load of pot? Yet somehow this lady got caught. Speaking to her while being hustled down a hallway on our way to board Con Air , I asked her what happened.
“Say Maria, how in the hell did that Texas Department of Public Safety Officer know you had all that weed? Were you and the girls smoking a hooter when he pulled you over? Or was it a canine unit and one of those tricky ass dogs that alerted to drugs in the van? I mean, it seemed like you had a pretty good set up to me. Who would have thought a bunch of girl scouts were hauling weed?” “No Trip. Someone ratted me out. Plain and simple. It’s gotten to where a woman can’t make a dishonest living these days without some snitching faggot fucking things up for you.I wasn’t making much on my regular job at 7-11 and I didn’t make any money volunteering as a Troop Leader for the Scouts. I had to do something to feed my kids. So, I trafficked weed. Everyone does it in Texas. I just saw an opportunity to make some easy money and did.” “Yeah girlfriend, I can relate,” I said to the girl standing next to me dressed in prison khakis just like me. “But hey, I just want to know one more thing. Did those little girls really think they were just delivering cookies? Or did they know what they were carrying in those cookie boxes was really marijuana? “They never knew a thing,” she replied. Then she smiled and held up her right hand in a three finger configuration and smiled, “Scout’s Honor!”
Tags: 1996, drug traficking, Girl Scouts, marijunana
September 9, 2008 7:47 pm 
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