co·caine[koh-keyn, koh-keyn](benzoylmethyl ecgonine)
is a crystalline tropane alkaloid that is obtained from the leaves of the coca plant. The name comes from "coca" in addition to the alkaloid suffix -ine, forming cocaine. It is both a stimulant of the central nervous system and an appetite suppressant. Specifically, it is a dopamine reuptake inhibitor, a noradrenaline reuptake inhibitor and a serotonin reuptake inhibitor. Because of the way it affects the mesolimbic reward pathway, cocaine is addictive. Nevertheless, cocaine is used in medicine as a topical anesthetic, even in children, specifically in eye, nose and throat surgery.

Its possession, cultivation, and distribution are illegal for non-medicinal and non-government sanctioned purposes in virtually all parts of the world. Although its free commercialization is illegal and has been severely penalized in virtually all countries, its use worldwide remains widespread in many social, cultural, and personal settings.

~source: wikipedia.com

hus·tle [huhs-uhl]
1. to proceed or work rapidly or energetically: to hustle about putting a house in order.
2. to push or force one's way; jostle or shove.
3. to be aggressive, esp. in business or other financial dealings.
4. Slang. to earn one's living by illicit or unethical means.
5. Slang. (of a prostitute) to solicit clients.
–verb (used with object)
6. to convey or cause to move, esp. to leave, roughly or hurriedly: They hustled him out of the bar.
7. to pressure or coerce (a person) to buy or do something: to hustle the customers into buying more drinks.
8. to urge, prod, or speed up: Hustle your work along.
9. to obtain by aggressive or illicit means: He could always hustle a buck or two from some sucker.
10. to beg; solicit.
11. to sell in or work (an area), esp. by high-pressure tactics: The souvenir venders began hustling the town at dawn.
12. to sell aggressively: to hustle souvenirs.
13. to jostle, push, or shove roughly.
14. Slang. to induce (someone) to gamble or to promote (a gambling game) when the odds of winning are overwhelmingly in one's own favor.
15. Slang. to cheat; swindle: They hustled him out of his savings.
16. Slang.
a. (of a prostitute) to solicit (someone).
b. to attempt to persuade (someone) to have sexual relations.
c. to promote or publicize in a lively, vigorous, or aggressive manner: an author hustling her new book on the TV talk shows.
–noun
17. energetic activity, as in work.
18. discourteous shoving, pushing, or jostling.
19. Slang.
a. an inducing by fraud, pressure, or deception, esp. of inexperienced or uninformed persons, to buy something, to participate in an illicit scheme, dishonest gambling game, etc.
b. such a product, scheme, gambling game, etc.
20. Informal. a competitive struggle: the hustle to earn a living.
21. a fast, lively, popular ballroom dance evolving from Latin American, swing, rock, and disco dance styles, with a strong basic rhythm and simple step pattern augmented by strenuous turns, breaks, etc.

EARLY CHILDHOOD

My story began December 22, 1967 at the Fresno, California community hospital. Eight-months later my parents packed up the tiny house on Jensen Street and moved the family to Brookfield Village. Months thereafter I celebrated my first birthday. I was too young to remember but I'm sure it was a blast. I was the youngest child of four and from what I've been told by mother we were an idyllic family that attended church, went on camping trips and took family vacations. But with father's homosexual affairs coming to light coupled with his increasing drug use, the marriage fell apart – and so did our lives. A year after my family and me settled into Brookfield my father walked out on his family with only the clothes on his back and photo's of the men he dated. We became just another broken family in urban America raised by a single mother.

Growing up, I attended several schools. The first of which was Brookfield elementary, and then James Madison middle school. I was an above average student. From the time I was in 7th grade I dreamed of
a career as a lawyer. Even then I knew basic law. But while enrolled at John C. Fremont High School, and while the crack cocaine epidemic swept across black America my career goals changed. I went from
aspiring to defend criminals to becoming a criminal.

BECOMING A DRUG DEALER

During the time crack-cocaine exploded onto the streets of Oakland creating wealth for many of my childhood friends, I hungered to be a part of this deadly new enterprise. It had a type of a magnetic allure that was inescapable. This was about the time I begun my career as a street hustler. With an ounce of consigned merchandise I not only learned the ropes quickly, but I sold the merchandise almost as fast. After reimbursing my associate I had $1000 to play with. The hunger and dedication eventually paid off. I opened my first crack-house in a geographical area of East Oakland long thought by many as the deadliest in the city. I oversaw a 24-by-7 operation. Those to frequent my place of business were thieves, murderers and crack whores – the dredges of society. I became quite well known throughout East Oakland's flourishing drug trade. Charles Cosby's first year in the business went off without a hitch. There were no arrests, and limited violence. This was rare for the deadly crack trade.

GRISELDA BLANCO

A remarkable figure in the annals of history, Griselda Blanco has left an indelible mark on the face of America. No criminal before or since has done more to destroy the social fiber of a nation than Griselda
Blanco has done to urban America, and in some cases even the suburbs. She single handedly smuggled 300 tons of cocaine into the United States, causing the collapse of a many dream from Wall Street to
Miami Beach.

In America's ongoing war on drugs Griselda Blanco represented the most significant cocaine trafficker doing time in the big house. But it was business as usual for Blanco. From the confines of a cramped two person cell the crime-boss financed countless assassinations, paid bribes to the prison staff and trafficked unabated in cocaine. Blanco's own estimates placed her yearly income as high $50 million.
Considering she'd been imprisoned the better part of 7-years that was an incredible accomplishment.

MEETING GRISELDA BLANCO

In early 1991, after having dealt drugs for over 7-years I met a Panamanian woman with former ties to the Godmother. The one-time cocaine dealer, and now addict, wove some rather fascinating stories
of Griselda Blanco. One such story centered on Blanco being a hardcore lesbian with harems of beautiful Latin women. I would later find this to be partly true – Blanco openly admitted to being bi-sexual. I also learned Blanco, although the liaison between black and Colombian dealers, and the fact she earned $100's of millions riding the backs of African-American cocaine addicts, she despised blacks across the board. Not one African-American in Blanco's storied career was allowed membership into the inner circle. Her organization was as off limits to Blacks as a southern country club membership. But Life for Charles Cosby would change with the stroke of a pen.

After nearly three months of endless phone calls and letters, the godmother extended me an invitation to meet with her.

A few days after the visit A courier for Blanco's organization stood on my porch with two large boxes on either side of her. It was difficult to understand her broken English but there was no mistaking
the purpose of the visit. I scooped the boxes up and went inside the house. After slicing open the boxes I stood in awe, too elated to even move. The bricks of Cocaine were of the highest grade. The godmother kept her promise. Fucking unbelievable!

I went from having $2,000 – $3,000 in bank deposits to having $2 m – $3 m stashed in suitcases, hidden beneath floor boards and buried in backyards. And this was just the beginning. It was a fair assumption
that at 24 I had more money than most people will see in a lifetime. It was not unusual for me to navigate through Brookfield Village in the dead of night with as much as $1 million in the trunks of the
jalopies I drove.

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