1928

July 1928
It has been 3 years since I worked for Mr. J, I first started as a bootlegger for my uncle. Before I became what I am now I used to tend his shop I needed the dough he paid, it wasn’t much, but dough is dough. Then prohibition came and Uncle Tom decided to make his shop into a secret storage for beer and alcohol. Once he came to me and some friends of mine. He told us that he wanted us to become bootleggers we of course asked how much dough he would pay up. He offered two clams for bottle, but a friend of mine that looked like a bimbo said three and Uncle Tom accepted. We started to smuggle alcohol into the shop and selling it on the streets. One day a bull came up to me he was suspicious about my outfit; it was strange looking I used a large coat that covered the bottles that were strapped to my legs. Men had it easy they just needed to put them in their boots. Since then I was stop by a bull every week because of it. One day Uncle Tom came by to talk to us. He saw that there was another gal with us he came up to me and said to tell her to beat it. I signaled her to come over and said “Jane, come here.” “What you want?” “Scram” “But why?” “Dry down and don’t you beef about it, beat it.” “Jake, then I’ll see you all later and Beats remember you owe me a hair of a dog.” “Yea, yea now scram.” After she left Uncle Tom told us that a hard boiled man went to him asking for a favor. The bimbo wanted help moving some bottles to a blind pig. He offered big rubes for doing the job and of course he said yes. Uncle Tom offered us 25% of the rubes so we accepted. He told us that it would take about a week and the five of to visit the blind pig twice a day to be able to deliver all the bottles. He also said to be careful specially me because the police would be watching my steps. I only shook my head in approval. We started the deliveries on July 25, 1925. It was second visit to blind pig in the week, I was just a few feet from the blind pig when I saw a bull...