ChinaWhite
Posted: March 26th, 2005, 11:44 am
The last chinawhite that I had was actually from Tailand. My now deceased friend, Will, brought it from Bangkok.
This was mid-nineties. A bunch of Ethiopian smugglers had set up shop in Dallas. They were recruiting mules to smuggle heroin. Most of the mules were young black women from Dallas. The recruiters were cab drivers.
Will's mother had just died and he inherited a couple of million bucks. I don't know why he fell for this scam. It was either his innate attraction for adventure or his lust for the boy.
But he went to Bangkok. He was told that he would be bringing a package back to the States, but it wasn't supposed to be drugs but jewels or some other contraband. When he found out it was to be heroin that he was smuggling, he bucked and told them that he wasn't doing it. It was not because he objected to heroin but because he didn't want to suffer the consequences if he got caught.
So, the smuggler gang just confiscated his passport and told him that when he was ready to go home he could take the package and they would give him back his passport.
They didn't know that Will had a couple of million bucks sitting in a bank in Seattle. Will changed hotels and wired Seattle for some money.
Two weeks later, after the money arrived, Will went to the airport in Bangkok to fly home. At the airport DEA agents siezed Will and brought him into a room for questioning. There were ABC cameras outside, filming for 20/20.
The DEA told Will that they had been watching him since he left Dallas. When he changed hotels and evaded the smugglers, he also evaded the DEA. They lost him for a couple of weeks. They picked him back up at the airport.
When he told them that he had refused to be a mule, they let him go.
The ABC crew recorded him when he emerged from interrogation. "How do you feel?" they asked.
"How would you feel if you had somebody's finger up your ass," he said.
I don't think that was ever broadcast.
But the upshot of the story is that Will arrived back in Dallas with a three gram vial of #5 Bangkok heroin. And he gave me a shot of it. One shot was all I wanted.
This was mid-nineties. A bunch of Ethiopian smugglers had set up shop in Dallas. They were recruiting mules to smuggle heroin. Most of the mules were young black women from Dallas. The recruiters were cab drivers.
Will's mother had just died and he inherited a couple of million bucks. I don't know why he fell for this scam. It was either his innate attraction for adventure or his lust for the boy.
But he went to Bangkok. He was told that he would be bringing a package back to the States, but it wasn't supposed to be drugs but jewels or some other contraband. When he found out it was to be heroin that he was smuggling, he bucked and told them that he wasn't doing it. It was not because he objected to heroin but because he didn't want to suffer the consequences if he got caught.
So, the smuggler gang just confiscated his passport and told him that when he was ready to go home he could take the package and they would give him back his passport.
They didn't know that Will had a couple of million bucks sitting in a bank in Seattle. Will changed hotels and wired Seattle for some money.
Two weeks later, after the money arrived, Will went to the airport in Bangkok to fly home. At the airport DEA agents siezed Will and brought him into a room for questioning. There were ABC cameras outside, filming for 20/20.
The DEA told Will that they had been watching him since he left Dallas. When he changed hotels and evaded the smugglers, he also evaded the DEA. They lost him for a couple of weeks. They picked him back up at the airport.
When he told them that he had refused to be a mule, they let him go.
The ABC crew recorded him when he emerged from interrogation. "How do you feel?" they asked.
"How would you feel if you had somebody's finger up your ass," he said.
I don't think that was ever broadcast.
But the upshot of the story is that Will arrived back in Dallas with a three gram vial of #5 Bangkok heroin. And he gave me a shot of it. One shot was all I wanted.