Hello, I am Steve Kravetz

A Dealer’s Diary 

A Marijuana Man is a story depicting the life and times of an ambitious Cannabis dealer from 1966 through 1983. It also reflects on the time period, the major historical events which were the catalyst for the ‘hippie’ generation and the metamorphosis of America. I hope you enjoy this story, So find yourself a comfortable place to sit or lie, burn one if you want and take this trip, and travel back in time with me. 

It would take a perfect storm in time to create the need, the money, and the politics that would create in the 1860s the birth of the Sicilian Mafia.

It will take a perfect plan by Don Leonardo La Barbra to save his ancient family’s estate and business from his weak son and his twin uncles who now control it all. A bred male for a near-impossible job was trained from birth to be a solder, analytical thinker, and to be a fearless leader in any situation.

By Steve Kravetz

Russell's journey is a riveting tapestry, intertwining family history, resilience, and triumph over adversity. Born to a German father with a unique military legacy and a Jewish mother who survived the concentration camps and the Holocaust. Russell's life unfolds against the backdrop of post-World War II America. His life started at 11:55pm on April 10th, 1965, on a military air transit plane, returning from RheinMain AFB, in Germany. He was 11 pounds 7 ounces, and way too big for his mother's birth canal. They had to break Russell's collar bone forhim to be delivered. This was to be the beginning of his journey of pain. Russell's home life was disastrous, but athletics was to be his savior. He shined at football and reached stardom at the University of Louisville, which lead him to become a professional Football player, then a body builder and competitive power lifter. This weaving tale transcends the conventional sports memoir. Beyond the accolades and achievements, Russell's story delves into the complexities of fame, fortune, and the human spirit's capacity for resilience. From battling life-threatening illnesses to surviving a harrowing accident while working at Dallas Ft. Worth Airport, his journey is a testament to the indomitable human spirit.

My love for animals started late one afternoon while I was at the State Fair of Texas in Dallas. I was six years old, and my family was enjoying the sights, sounds, food, rides, and, of course games of chance, opportunities to win a stuffed animal.I was flipping nickels on the Midway and as luck would have it I put one on the plate without it falling off. My reward was not a big stuffed bear but a live baby chicken, aka Miss Peep.My dad built a box for her and added sawdust for the floor. It was my job to feed and change water and the poopy sawdust. Each week she grew as did the smell, but I loved her and dutifully took my job seriously. All went well until very early one morning Miss Peep started crowing. She was a he and his natural behavior was causing problems. My father being a practical man swapped Mr. Peep, for a Boston Bull Terrier that was a year old. Pug, as she was to be known, was an important part of our family. She taught me responsibility of taking care of something besides myself. She was a play mate for my brother, and always ready to participate in any of our families activities. No matter how long I had been gone, like when I went off to college or just out to the mail box, she was always glad to see me and was front in center. She was to be the official tail wagging greeter to all of those who crossed our threshold. She was my first dog but by no means my last. I was always to have a dog of my own in my life, except the four years I went off to college.For every book sold, a percentage of each sale will go back to a dog rescue of buyer’s choice.