When I was 21 years outdated I was a successful mule for a cannabis dealer. I made the same 3 hour drive several times a week, picking up a shipment of weed and driving it back home. In dozens of trips I never had any complications, not one time! Then one afternoon, on my afternoon off no less, my boss Jubal calls me at house with bad news. The other delivery driver got robbed the previous night, but some masked goons edged his car into the ditch, wrecking it, and then stole $25,000 worth of cannabis. Jubal knew it wasn’t an accident, and assumed that I would be targeted next. Jubal had a plan to take down the cannabis thieves, however couldn’t do it without my help. He gave me the choice to walk away, although I didn’t want to. Making these cannabis runs was the best task I ever had, and the best paying! I couldn’t go back to delivering pizzas, so I told Jubal I’d help him catch the cannabis thieves. That night I made another run to the border, this time to option up a double sized shipment of cannabis. I would have over fifty thousand bucks worth of marijuana in my trunk! I would also have a heavily armed Army veteran named Frank riding with me to protect the cannabis shipment! We were almost back house when the masked cannabis bandits pulled up beside the car and tried to edge me off the road, however frank leaned out the side window, like in a motion picture, and started shooting their truck.