My father was the biggest weed dealer in the US in the 80's. I just wrote a book about him. Ask Me Anything!
If you smoked Colombian weed in the 1970s and 1980s, I owe you a thank-you card. You paid for my swim lessons, bought me my first baseball glove, and kept me in the best private school in south Florida, at least for a little while. My father, "Big" Tony Dokoupil, started a family the same year he graduated to loads of ten and twenty thousand pounds of marijuana, transported on freighters and tugboats from the northernmost point of Colombia to sailboats near the Virgin Islands, and ultimately to New York City wholesalers, vacation markets, and college towns along the East Coast. But he vanished when I was about ten, and for most of my adult life I had only scraps of information about my old man. Two decades later I found him, ruined and broke, and confronted the man who abandoned me and my mother to rule over the Golden Age of Weed. I tell those stories - his and mine - in my new book, THE LAST PIRATE, which came out this week.
EDIT: Thanks for your questions everyone!