“These Indian guys I hooked up with, Dude—they were bad people. That wasn’t apparent in the beginning. They were fun, loved to laugh, and seemed to be just regular guys who happened to have a lot of disposable cash. I assumed they had a hustle going, maybe drugs, maybe something more sophisticated. I was right and wrong at the same time. As it turned out, their money came from a dozen different operations. They owned a string of prostitutes.
They handled stolen credit cards, they moved dope, at different times massive amounts of counterfeit money passed through their hands. They were criminals, and didn’t let any opportunity for a buck slide past them.
The really nasty stuff wasn’t revealed to me until I was committed. In the beginning, all I saw of it was the credit cards and funny mone
