This is the stuff of Martin Scorsese movies, only without the inevitable stylized downfall. It’s been over five years since the following was published in Los Angeles City Beat, and I still think the cream of Cissie’s con was to run her operation wide open in the middle of a Hollywood then busy blaming the nation’s Drug Problem on ghetto pushers and slippin’ gangbangers. The period’s culture let her hide in plainest of sight, luck had little to do with how she operated, and she was long gone when the last hammer went down.
<i>We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like ... </i> Ah. Take you back to those days of yesteryear ...
<i>We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like ... </i> Ah. Take you back to those days of yesteryear ...
Huh. Is this why I keep reading that California&#039;s snowpack isn&#039;t what it used to be?