Megan Clayton

The Smugglers Book

The Black Book It was 1981 and I was just a toddler when my parents left me on the top of Bennett avenue in Black Hawk Colorado. They gave me a $50.00 bill and told me to go find my Uncle Zeke at the local bar. I remember my mom telling me, "give him the money and tell him we will be back in two weeks, HB." This was the first of many adventures I can remember having in this small mining town over the next 40 years. You see, my father was a drug dealer, my mother was a hippy. These circumstances made for a very colorful childhood. I was not like the other kids; I knew way more of the world than most my age.