The Esoteric Crimelords is a collection of fictional stories that took place at the end of the 1990s and the early 2000s.
It features various fictional characters in various locations that may be based on real people.
You will discover events that may or may not have occurred in real life.
A young man named Rod narrates chapters 1-4.
I formed a really tight bond with Andy those first few months in California. We were complete opposites which made us an excellent team.
He was a skinny white boy from a rich neighborhood who fell into this game while following hippie rock band tours.
I was a stocky, black guy from a lower middle class area that got into this in order to afford an apartment, car, and some girls.
What we had in common was our world views. He saw the same corrupt system that was oppressing blacks, oppressing the hippies.
His wife and I never really clicked. She was very dominant and overbearing and it always felt like she was sizing me up or grooming me to be her errand boy.
She even told me she would get a big house in the nicest part of town and I could live there with them. I politely declined.
The day of the trip was definitely memorable. We went over our story and respective roles. Andy would take the lead, I would follow.
We packed the bricks which were hidden in Christmas presents and luggage into the rented car I drove from home.
It was important not to have California plates. I had gotten lazy by the end of stay there and hadn’t bought a new suitcase as I had planned.
I doused it with Febreeze and threw it in the trunk. We gave his wife a hug and we hit the road. I think Gannon was already in Cincinnati.
I always have loved road trips, and this one was the first which included contraband.
Every day we would get up around 7 or 8 am, get showered/dressed, get breakfast from a drive-thru and hit the highway.
Five miles over the speed limit and make sure to keep up with traffic, were the cardinal rules. We took turns driving but Andy drove a lot more.
The morning of the last stop was in Missouri. Andy called it “misery” for good reason.
There must have been a huge influx of methamphetamines because there were many billboards warning of its use.
I also knew that it was a zero-tolerance state, which means any amount of drugs is a felony. The morning started off as usual.
Stop at McDonalds and get two orders of hotcakes/w sausage and an orange juice.
As we get on the highway, we see a cop car with its lights behind another car. We pass going 5 miles over the speed limit and we get pulled over.
We were taken somewhat off guard. Andy told me to be cool and let him do the talking. I continued with breakfast.
The cop was friendly and had blond hair. Then he told us to step out of the car.
Then, a black cop car with limo-tinted windows sped up onto the side of the road. A dark-haired cop wearing all black jumped out and opened the back door.
I got a little nervous. He took the dog around the car, and it started scratching on the trunk.
I pretty much assumed it was about to go really bad, so I started considering my options. We were parked next to a big field.
Maybe if I run down to the other highway, before I even finished the thought, the cops took all our packages out and laid them on the ground behind the car.
I started thinking about fights over tv remotes and nasty food. The nice cop informed us if the dog scratched on a bag, they had probable cause to open it.
The commando cop was very intense and led the dog past each item. The dog showed no interest in the gifts. Then he gets to my suitcase.
He asks me did I have any drugs in there. I said, “No, but my bag may have been in a room where others where smoking.
Commando proceeded to open my suitcase and take everything out. He took the dog past the rest and there were no more alerts.
Commando comes over to the nice cop and the other one and says, “I know they got shit in there, I know it.
He was very agitated, and I could see the nice cop kicking around the options in his head. He decided not to rip up our presents and let us go.
They helped us pack our load back in the car and we got back on the road. I can’t remember anything else that happened on that trip.
When we got back in town, we went directly to my house. We divided the bricks and relaxed. After he left, I got down to business.
I had twenty pounds of fresh pot and an amazing story. One of my weed friends even had a book with all the drug penalties from each state.
The weight range we were in carried penalties from 4 to 20 years. We laughed it off and celebrated.
Due to the fact that I was tired of my “local celebrity” status and I planned on frequently travelling west, I moved to San Diego in February 1999.
I figured there wasn’t any additional risk involved in moving out there for a while. I knew my way around from the two previous trips and me and the couple were getting along great.
I started off staying in various hotels not too far from my friends. I ended up staying in the gay part of town called Hillcrest at a peach-colored hotel.
I liked Hillcrest. It was clean and conveniently located. Close to the urban areas and not far from the suburbs.
Gannon always told me to find some gay guys to sell to. “They always have money and you can charge them more!” I never used his idea.
I was too paranoid to sell to anyone out there. I spent most of my time at the beach or playing video games with the couple.
Gannon seemed to be going thru some changes. He had reunited with an ex-girlfriend and jumped back into a very toxic relationship.
Jane started really trying to see what I was made of. She was trying to be a pseudo mother to me but I was resistant.
I saw how they were controlling Gannon and I didn’t want to be in that spot. I had my own ideas for transporting and had my own money.
Alistaire C. Evans | ACE 2030
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