You all know Ron Pogue, even if you’ve never heard the name. We called him the Big Dog, Uncle Ron, and a dozen other things, some unprintable even here. He was my mentor and partner during my stint in the “dope game”, about which more below. He made my post-Millennium lifestyle possible, which in turn made my autowriting career possible. He was the sour…
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