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"struggling along with a seventy pound backpack full of marijuana, trying to keep up with a maniac..."

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Did you ever dream about being rich?  I mean really rich, not just well off, but a real multi-millionaire?  Like winning the Big Spin in the lottery, or discovering that some wealthy uncle you’d never heard of had died and left you $50 million dollars? 

Me, I never dreamed of those things.  What I’d dream about was digging up a buried treasure.  Finding millions of dollars of cash, and millions more in illicit drugs, buried in the desert.  

The key difference with my particular fantasy was - there really was a buried treasure, and I had a pretty good idea where it was buried, because I was the one who buried it, back on that long ago night in the desert.


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