Reg's cousin is murdered in Montreal

One night (in March 1993) I got a call from my brother telling me that [my cousin] Mike in Montreal was dead.  Somebody slit his throat outside a bar in downtown Montreal.  I think this is when things started to go bad for me too.

I was able to get another drug connection and the money was good for a few more years but I had gotten a look at the ugly side of the business and things were never the same as when I was getting it from Mike.  We were family.  With Mike, if I was late with the money it wasn’t a problem.  With anybody else, it doesn’t work that way.  After Mike died I did a lot of thinking.  I stopped planning for the future and began to live more for the moment.  What a mistake that would turn out to be.