Max S

Max himself wasn't all that interesting... pretty much of a small-time selfish big dope who sold bales of Jamaican weed and some Lebanese hashish for a while... was partners with Jerry S and JB. Together, they were decent connections but didn't really get the big picture of things. My sense of the business was that fairness was an essential part of the picture. Just because you had a product that people wanted wasn't a reason to take advantage of them. The business wasn't about a single transaction but was an ongoing relationship that could be profitable for all sides. Jerry got the picture but Max was too full of himself to see anything beyond his own self.

So I remember Max as someone who always tried to milk every bit of product for every possible buck. His ego was huge... and if he had something that he knew you wanted, he played on it until you pretty much paid whatever he wanted and said thank you. After several years, the tables were turned and he was real surprised when I had what he wanted and I told him to go fuck himself.

He did, however, have a sweet-looking live-in who was fun to be with. That relationship lasted until Max became physically abusive. The last time I saw her, her face was bruised purple and my eyes rolled as she tried to tell me how it was her fault. I left and didn't go back. I heard later on that he got busted trying to sell some lousy product to an agent. I suspect he was asking for a price that only a cop would pay.