Jay's Blog

In my earlier blog titled The Last Hunt I told of several incidents on the water that I found dangerous if not life threatening. The Last Hunt was a dangerous experience but the one below came much closer to drowning me before I even finished high school. I was an industrious young lad at the age of fourteen. I went to school but I also had a paper route that allowed me to...

In Canada this title might have read “the last oppressed majority” since 53 per cent of Canadians are in favor of decriminalizing simple possession of cannabis. Prime Minister Jean Chretien while still in office a few years ago promised to completely remove criminal penalties against possession of personal amounts of marijuana and hashish.  “But don’t light up yet,...

   It is the first week in September and summer holidays are over. I feel a kind of excitement as I wave my wife off to work. She still has a job. I don’t. Unless you call writing a job. Someone once said that opinions are like assholes-everybody has one. That is probably the reason why it is so hard to make a living by writing-everybody wants to do it. Everybody wants...

I am pleased to announce the e-publishing of my new book Operation Payback, Drugs, Guns and Poli-tricks. Rather than go the conventional route of hard copy publishing as I did with Smuggler’s Blues I have decided to go with the electronic medium this time. It will be an interesting experiment however it turns out. I designed the cover myself with the help of a professional...

My wife and I went back to Jamaica last week. We took a direct non stop flight from Vancouver that had us in Montego Bay only six hours after our seven AM departure. The photo at the head of this story is the scene behind my pot dealer’s shack proving that even the poor in Jamaica have beautiful views. The stop at the road side shack was the first one that we made after picking up o...

  My last blog entry was about a tour boat sinking from beneath me in Jamaica but I have had several other dangerous and even life altering experiences on the water. My first encounter of the wet kind occurred when I was just a boy in my teens living in Montreal. I had learned how to swim in my new high school’s forty foot pool only a few weeks earlier. I was a late bloome...