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PAUL VOLMER
Because Nicholas' father, the painter Herbert Gentry, had lived and worked in
these different places all over the world, Nicholas was quite cosmopolitan even
though he was only nineteen. He taught me how we could always hustle to
scroungeupafewdollars,likeborrowingafewbucksfromthisperson,andthen
buying some pot from that one, and then selling it for a few dollars' profit to the
other one, and making a few dollars. We always managed.
PETER JOHANSSON
Paul was also dealing a lot of pot at the time. Management knew all about it, but
since he was the security dude, he was allowed to. The thing is, he was the worst
pot dealer you had ever seen. He smoked most of it up, and he would always be
giving people pot on credit. Nothing ever came back!
“Paul,”Isaid,“it'sbeautifulthatyou'retrustingandallthat.But,man,you're
spending more money buying pot than you're making yourself! How does that
compute?”
“Well,” Paul said. “I know where they live.”
As mentioned earlier, Robert Campbell also had a weed business going, at a much larger
scale than Paul's.
ROBERT CAMPBELL
I was buying weed from a guy who worked at Atlantic Records. He turned me
on to a drug dealer who was getting out of the business. So this drug dealer gave
mehisbusiness,withhisphonelist,andthenpeoplecalled meonthephone,and
they'd come to my room, and I'd sell them the weed. I didn't do much delivery,
except at work every now and then. The thing was, I never sold powders. I al-
waysdidmyownpowders,butIneversoldthem.Iwasscaredtodeathofselling
them.
There was this one guy I always sold to. Once I was sitting in his car, and he
had a policeman's badge sitting there in his open glove box! Maybe he wasn't a
cop—I don't know. I'm lucky I got out of the business.
I have to admit that I myself had a pretty good scam going, selling weed at
the hotel. I could make some good money. But then I realized that it wasn't go-
ing to last forever. I was either going to have to quit before I got in trouble, or
I would wind up selling weed for the rest of my life. Neither alternative seemed
that attractive.
But I was paying at least some rent every month—at least something.
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