Amphetamine King
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When I got out of jail in 1982, I went to work for two friends of mine named Dale and Thomas. They were brothers who ran a paint contracting company in Hurst, Texas. After working with them for approximately four months, we started painting a house on Pecan Ave in Hurst, Texas. A guy named Jacky Pace owned the house. While working on Jacky’s house one day, I was on a ladder painting one of his second story upstairs windows and smelled something that I mistook as orange peel. When I told Dale and Thomas about the strong smell of oranges, they began to laugh at me. I was confused by the laughter and asked them what the heck was so funny about what I had said. They smiled and told me that it was a private joke. A couple of days later the weather turned for the worse. There was snow on the ground, and rain was forecasted for the next few days. The next day, I arrived at Jacky Pace’s house, and the brothers informed me that we would not be working for a while and gave me my check. After leaving, I went to pay all of my bills and then drove to the store to buy some steaks and potatoes for everyone who lived in Janie’s sister Terri’s new mobile home. When I got home, I told my wife Janie that I had gone and paid all of our bills and that I was now out of work. That’s something no man looks forward to telling his wife and kids. I went outside and turned on the grill to cook some steaks when Bucky and Becky came outside. Bucky and Becky were from Tennessee and had befriended Terri a few months before I went to jail. Becky said, “You need to go out partying; you were in jail for six months, and you haven’t taken a day off of work since you got out. Take some time and relax.” I protested that I hadn’t seen my kids for months, and I wanted to spend time with them and get reacquainted with the entire family. Terri came out after overhearing what I had said and told me to quit being a party pooper. “Go out and have fun with Janie,” she said. Then Bucky and Becky told me to go take a shower and get ready, and they would have our steaks ready by the time I cleaned up. They reassured me and said not to worry about the kids while we were gone. I gave in and went out partying until about 11:30 p.m. that night. When my wife and I got back to the trailer, I turned on the TV to see The Midnight Special with Wolfman Jack. Before long, it was 1:00 a.m., and my daughter Amy and my son John came to me on the couch. They were both wide awake, telling me that they were hungry. My response was, “Babies ya’ll can’t be hungry, Daddy bought you a big steak and potatoes.” With tears in her eyes, my daughter said, “No, Daddy, all we had was peanut butter and crackers. All of Bucky’s friends ate all the steak and potatoes.” Hearing this, I got furious and busted into Bucky and Becky’s room. I pounded on the back of Bucky’s head as he lay on the bed sleeping. All of a sudden Becky was on my back, hitting me with a dough pin. I took away the dough pin from Becky and started hitting Bucky with it. Terri came into the room shouting, “What the hell is going on?” Becky must have called the sheriff’s office because they showed up in no time. Janie was also up from all the commotion. Evidently, I had woken everyone in the house. When the sheriff arrived, he separated Bucky and I. Yes, it was a long scuffle with Bucky. I wanted to do damage to him for letting my kids go hungry. The sheriff asked me why I was beating up on Bucky, and I told him what had happened. He then turned to Terri and informed her that she would have to decide which one of us had to leave. He also said that if Terri didn’t get one of us to leave, he would take us both to jail. The next thing that came out of Terri’s mouth was, “Bye, Alex, see you later.” Janie said, “But Terri, that’s my husband.” Terri replied, “Well, don’t let the door hit you in the ass.” Because it was early in the morning, the temperature was in the twenties with some snow on the ground. Not having any money left over due to the fact that I had paid all the bills and bought everyone steak and potatoes for supper, I was flat broke. My family ended up homeless for the day, and we drove toward the campgrounds at Grapevine Lake.
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In his book, Gonzales provides snapshots of true-life accounts to eloquently describe the world in which he lived – from the humble beginnings of his childhood, to his life as a Drug Kingpin, to his transformation in State Prison. He goes into detail of how he perfected the manufacturing and distribution of amphetamines during the mid to late 1980’s. His escapades include run-ins with infamous drug lords and mad men of various underground organizations. And of course, he discusses the key people involved in helping him rise from a Latino Texan minion to a convicted Drug Kingpin.
About the Author
One of twelve children, Alexander Gonzales grew up in Fort Worth, Texas excelling in sports and attending church with his mother and eleven siblings. Having once dreamt of playing for the Dallas Cowboys, a series of bad choices and encounters with the wrong people led him spiraling down a path he wouldn’t wish on any man. During the 1980’s, Alexander Gonzales was introduced to the dangerous underworld of narcotics as the now infamous “Felix the Cat.” After living much of his life on the extreme edge of drugs and related crimes, he inevitably was sent to prison. During his years of incarceration, Gonzales pondered the idea of writing his memoirs. With the encouragement of his fellow inmates he wrote his story “The Amphetamine King.” In 2010, nearly three decades after the start of his downfall, Alexander Gonzales was officially ordained a Minister. He currently aspires to educate today’s youth on the dangerous perils of crime and drugs.