For years George had taken massive quantities of prescription drugs.  George maintained that he had "severe pain" and such quantities were necessary although no quantity of drugs ever relieved his "pain."  This print out covers a 1 month period of the prescriptions filled at his favorite pharmacy in Pottstown.  George preferred pharmacies that did not phone verify scripts with physicians.  We found George's own notes on the second page very interesting.  He calculated the yearly cost of his prescriptions and arrived at $54,826.08. 

In 1994 George gave a statement to the Upper Perk Police explaining his homemade approach to writing scripts.  His report below, page 3, also contains an example of his false claim to being a former Navy Seal.

1994 Police Report

Wikipedia  "Cocaine's a hell of a drug." Rick James

Given the illegal nature of George's cocaine use and distribution, we've not found any paper documentation apart from the papers now in the custody of authorities.  The account below is based on interviews with his customers, recovering addicts and others close to George who were aware of his drug use and sales. 

Cocaine is indeed a hell of a drug and it was the next choice for George.  Although he lacked the bell bottoms, George arrived on the modern day drug scene with 70's jargon.  Quizzical expressions met his inquiries of "want to score some blow?"  The man known at the firehouse as "Smokey" needed something relatable and hip to his new clientele so George bestowed himself the street moniker "Smoke Dawg."  Yes, this lamentably un-hip, gullible, and failed businessman was on his way in this new venture. 

After deciding to try cocaine, George asked nearly everyone he knew if they knew a drug dealer.  One person suggested a location in Philadelphia as a great spot to "score."  With this location in mind, off drove George to the city of Philadelphia, sporting his usual buzz cut, in his truck complete with fire fighter lights and sirens. 

George arrived at the corner mentioned and waited.  Soon, a vehicle stopped.  Intending to purchase 1 ounce of cocaine, George handed $950.00 to the individual in the car then watched as the car drove away and down the street.

Still angry when George arrived home he complained for the balance of the evening to his daughter and her boyfriend about the experience.  The boyfriend wondered how anyone could be so stupid.  He asked George why he didn't first ask to see what he wanted to buy.  He wondered how George could just hand $950 over to someone he did not know.  He tried to clue in George about how he mishandled the entire situation but George continued complaining. 

Forgive us if we sound repetitive but George returned to Philadelphia the following week.  He arrived at the same corner and waited.  Soon, the same vehicle stopped.  George again handed $950 to the same person he saw the previous week and George again watched as the car drove away and down the street.

We did tell you that George was gullible, remember?  George complained again to his daughter and her boyfriend stating, "I don't understand why I keep getting ripped off, because if it were me I would be a better businessman."  It was as if George believed there should be a customer complaint division for drug dealers.  It seemed George wanted to file a complaint somewhere but was frustrated by the lack of any agency to accept his complaint. 

Note to George:   You've had well over two years to ponder those events.  Any clue yet how you managed to get ripped off so many times?  It must be such a puzzlement to you. 

Given your experience in Philadelphia, you must have ran across some unauthorized wildcat drug dealing types instead of reputable licensed dealers.  The next time you buy George, you should ask to see their license.  Also, look for their Sales Tax License which should be prominently displayed in their vehicle.  Sales tax in Pennsylvania is 6%, 7% in Philadelphia and Allegheny County, so don't pay more than that George.  If you buy an ounce, pay no more than $66.50 in sales tax.  It wouldn't hurt to take a calculator with you and oh, be sure to ask for a receipt.  You'll need that for your files. 

Unfortunately for you, consumer protection laws do not cover cocaine purchase attempts.  No doubt you remain disappointed about your experiences so we suggest you contact your Representatives on this issue and provide them with detailed information regarding how your consumer rights were violated. 

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If George was not so hell bent determined to buy cocaine, this story would have turned out differently.  He persisted and finally managed to locate and buy cocaine from a female drug dealer in a town close to his own.  With this dealer as a supplier, he needed only a customer base which he discovered when he befriended a young male drug user with many like minded friends.  George permitted the young man to live in the larger camper on his rental property and his friends simply stopped by George's door on the opposite side of the driveway for their purchases.  With a supplier and customers George's new business was set. 

George and his sidekick certainly had a symbiotic relationship but it included strange undertones.  George fancied himself a determined drug counselor who could help the young man kick drugs.  This possibly sent a caring message to the young man while George used his contacts for drug sales.  We were struck by the projection in this "contract" which the two signed in blood. 

Once George discovered cocaine, they were inseparable.  The very dollar bill he first used to snort cocaine was the very same bill he used many months later.  George settled into his tan easy chair in the living room and found heaven.  Heaven was snort after snort and cigarette after cigarette.  He ate little and lost weight.  When he did eat he had cereal - a mixing bowl full which he ate with a serving spoon.  He bathed rarely, very rarely and he did no laundry preferring to purchase clothing as needed.

In addition to cocaine, George consumed a plethora of pills.  Something did not mix well as discovered one night by his daughter's boyfriend.  He arose during the night and on his way to the bathroom, he discovered George standing in the kitchen in front of the stove striking a familiar stance.  The oven door was open as George with eyes closed relieved himself - the urine stream entering the oven. 

"Oh fuck" cried the boyfriend.  He was the one who cooked in the household and it was he who cleaned the oven repeatedly the next day before it was ever again used for cooking.

George arrived home one day with a special purchase.  He excitedly informed his daughter and her boyfriend that he bought "Bolivian Blue cocaine."  "Bolivian Blue" they parroted inquisitively, because neither had ever heard of such a drug.  "Oh, it's great stuff" George told them evident by the fact that he paid extra for this cocaine which had blue speckles. 

We agree that drug dealers need certain skills to operate.  One of the skills necessary is the ability to size up the individuals with whom they do business.  We realize that there is a drug dealer who met George and quickly recognized gullibility and so not only moved cocaine that was cut with mints or Efferdent or something but who also snagged a handsome bonus for herself. 

Note to George:  We know you will find this difficult to believe, but we have checked with numerous sources and there is no such thing as "Bolivian Blue" cocaine.  Our research determined though that Bolivian Blue is a Macaw, a type of large bird.  We know you favor the color blue and the blue speckles were probably really pretty.  You were likely anxious to purchase cocaine and you probably felt it was somehow your lucky day in stumbling across this supposedly premium cocaine.  Perhaps the dealer told you this special strain of coca plant only grew in the mountains of Bolivia and rarely made it into our country.  Perhaps she told you it was organic cocaine and everyone knows that organics cost a bit extra.  Whatever the reason George, be certain that we understand how someone could sell you "Bolivian Blue" cocaine. 

See, it's a pretty bird George, it's a pretty bird. 

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George's house became quite a popular spot with folks dropping by at all hours of the day to purchase from George. 

Since George was supposed to be operating a landscaping company, he named his customers after types of plants in his book. 

Over the many months though paranoia set in and George found a reason to no longer mow the property.  He was fearful that someone would attempt to break into the house and so he wanted the high grass to betray any footsteps. 

As a cocaine purchaser George had complained about the cutting of cocaine but quickly adopted the practice once he started selling.  We're certain his patrons were no more fond of the practice than was George but we have no idea how many dissatisfied customers George may have acquired. 

George started sitting up at night in the hallway with a gun watching the back door. 

Dictionary.com attitudinizer verb to assume attitudes; pose for effect