This a book about the ganja trade as seen through my eyes. It is a fiction. When I was captured the last time for having ganja with intent to distribute, I figured I needed a new line of employment. The feds made me sit in a corner for a while, so to shorten my time I signed up for a correspondence course in writing. The characters in the book are people I knew back in the day. When I first started writing the book, I was angry at the feds and it had a quite different ending. But as I came to kw yoga and meditation in camp, the story as it is w evolved. My love for smuggling wasn t aquiring fun tickets. It was the absolute adrenaline rush of adventure. I have always abhorred violence and mirrored the main characters as people who I admired for their lack of violence. I also admired the original founding fathers who protested an unfair tax on tea. I protest an unfair prohibition of ganja, which to my mind has always been a medicinal herb kwn to humans for eons, yet demonized since the thirties. Free up Kaya! I hope you enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed sailing the seas! As far back as I can remember I have always loved the outdoors. My dear departed mother told me a story about when I was an infant, which sums up my love of the outdoors. She said, If you go out in that street one more time today, I will spank your bottom! I covered my diapers with both hands and headed outside. All during my school years, I sat and wondered what was going on outside. I worked as a carpenter, shipwright, plumber, diver, sculpter and builder. I fished Cod, Sword, Shrimp, Black Grouper, Square Grouper, Marlin, Sail and Crab. On my final day of college, as I sat in a Constitutional Law course on the first day of classes, it dawned on me that I was condemning myself to a life indoors if I stayed on that course. I stood up and walked out! A couple of days later, I was invited to go on my first Scam. Going to sea on boats gave me the chance to experience the oceans and time to read everything I could get my hands on. To me sailing switched between hurricane force terror to watching paint dry in the doldrums.