I thought cocaine was a fantastic drug. A wonder drug, like everybody else. It gave you [an] energy burst. You could stay awake for days on end, and it was just marvelous and I didn't think it was evil at all.

If somebody had come to me and said will you move heroin, I would have told them no.

I hope there's a life after life - and maybe I can even come back again and get on another train, and ride and gain some more wisdom.

After a while, the cocaine - I didn't have any friends. I was just alone and I didn't even like myself.

Basically I was no different than a rock star or a movie star. I was a coke star.

I suddenly began to realize that to become an entrepreneur in the marijuana business would make me fairly well off. And I also liked the lifestyle, my own working hours.

I felt that there was nothing wrong with what I was doing because I was supplying a product to people that wanted it and it was accepted. I mean nobody really was making any negative statements about marijuana.