IVE LOST A LOT OF friends over these last few years. Not all of em older than me her. One of the things you realize about gettin older is that not everbody is goin to get older with you. You try to help the people thatre payin your salary and of course you t help but think about the kind of record you leave. This ty has not had a unsolved homicide in forty-one years. Now we got nine of em in one week. Will they be solved? I dont know. Ever day is against you. Time is not on your side. I dont know as itd be any pliment if you was known for sed guessin a bunch of dopedealers.
Not that they have all that much trouble sed guessin us. They dont have no respect for the law? That aint half of it. They dont even think about the law. It doo even em. Of course here a while ba San Antonio they shot and killed a federal judge. I guess he ed em. Add to that that theres peace officers along this bettin rich off of narcotics. Thats a painful thing to know. Or it is for me. I dont believe that was true even ten years ago. A crooked peace officer is just a damned abomination.
Thats all you say about it. Hes ten times worse than the criminal. And this aint goin away. And thats about the only thing I do know. It aint goin away. Where would it go to?
And this may sound ignorant but I think for me the worst of it is knowin that probably the only reason Im even still alive is that they have no respee. And thats very painful. Very painful. It has do way beyond anything you might of thought about even a few years ago. Here a while back they found a DC-4 over in Presidio ty.
Just settin out in the desert. They had e in there of a night and graded out a sort of landin strip a out rows of tarbarrels fhts but there was no way you could of flown that thing back out of there. It was stripped out to the walls. Just had a pilots seat in it. You could smell the marijuana, you didnt need no dog. Well the sheriff over there — and I wont say his name — he wao get set up and nail em when they e back for the plane and finally somebody told him that they wasnt nobody in baever had been. When he finally uood what it was they was tellin him he just got real quiet and theurned around and got in his car a.
When they was havin them dope wars down across the border you could not buy a half quart masonjar nowheres. To put up your preserves and such. Your chow chow. They wasnt o be had. What it was they was usin them jars to put handgrenades in. If you flew over somebodys house or pound and you dropped grenades oheyd go off fore they hit the ground. So what they done was theyd pull the pin and stick em down in the jar and screw the lid ba. Then whehey hit the ground the glassd break and release the spoon. The lever. They would preload cases of them things.
Hard to believe that a man would ride around at night in a small plah a cargo such as that, but they do.
I think if you were Satan and you were settin around tryin to think up somethin that would just bring the human race to its knees what you would probably e up with is narcotics. Maybe he did. I told that to somebody at breakfast the other mornin and they asked me if I believed in Satan. I said Well that aint the point. And they said I know but do you? I had to think about that. I guess as a boy I did. e the middle years my belief I re had waned somewhat. Now Im startin to lean back the other way. He explains a lot of things that otherwise dont ha