Steel Notes Magazine Spring 2017 - Page 111

Steel Notes Magazine COMING 2017-2018: The non-fiction drug crime book "The Last Gentleman Smuggler" by Steven M. Kalish and Nikki Palomino What better way than to celebrate moving into 2017 like those who celebrated going into 1967.... COMING 2017-2018 the non-fiction crime book "The Last Gentleman Smuggler" by Steven M. Kalish and Nikki Palomino ...."You've had the Cocaine Cowboys, George Jung, Barry Seal, the Hippie Mafia and the Biggest Pot Dealer in New York City’s History, now you've got Skip, the fulcrum between Panama, Colombia, the US War On Drugs, Rock 'n Roll and Beautiful Women." Ary stars in a rogue constellation bound with poor economics and drugs. We entered the two-car wide entrance to the red light district on the outskirts of town without notice. Texas license plates were as common as the hook- ers spilling out of segmented bars, single occupancy rooms, or into the camps along the unpaved road of Boys Town. The four-block box was surrounded by a wall. No barbed wire but broken glass lined the concrete top, and one couldn’t tell whether the wall had been built to keep people in or out. The Mexican government approved of prostitution, although pimping, procuring and pandering were not. Transvestites received one corner, the rest of the gravel littered with beer cans belonged to the girls usually with family working the bars. We were in La Zona for pot. “Might as well have a few beers and check out the bars,” Don said as we entered the cantina playing Norteno or Ranchero music blasting from a speaker hidden by the crowd of whores and sloppy men. We walked in confident and serious about why we were there. A young curvy woman who looked no older than me approached, the life burned from her eyes with each trick or maybe that was her way of making me feel guilty enough to pay extra for a room. The bartenders would get a cut from the room rental fees and their take at the bar. No one cared. Lawlessness meant profit and someone with a connection. The key to our success was dependent on our mindset. We always had the ability to manipulate our attitude, body language, and overall posturing. We automatically controlled the thoughts of the cops we encountered. I never broke out in a sweat even though the heat smothered us among bodies smelling of sweat and sex. The bar- tender with a soiled rag wiped a glass as he chewed on a small cigar. The smart move was to position ourselves at the bar as a couple of harmless hippies in Trick Town for cheap drinks and sex. Gut instinct drove us as much as the dry wind drove the beer cans down the dusty road through the center of Boys Town. Exclusive excerpt from the pages of the 2017-2018 non-fiction crime book "The Last Gentleman Smuggler" by Steven M. Kalish and Nikki Palomino... Willy deVille - Across the borderline Steel Notes Magazine 111