Local Drug Dealer After Murders: ‘I’m Done!’

Editor’s Note: The following story identifies the subject of the interview by the pseudonym “D.K.” for safety purposes. According to information provided, and confirmed by online court records, DK has been convicted of drug related crimes more than once, serving prison time for more than one year and less than five on two occasions. He’s been in the “drug game” for more than 10 years.  The interviewswith D.K took place over a three day period subsequent to the shootings in Winder Village Additionally the images provided are facsimiles, this was done at D.K’s request also.  

“My cell started crawling across my bedroom floor a little after 1:30 a.m.” self admitted Levittown-area drug dealer D.K said.

“I thought it was one of my fiends looking for a last one before sun up. Usually,” he recently in an interview with LevittownNow.com. “I get calls like that around that time but I remembered it was Tuesday and realized my cell shoudn’t be blowing up like that.”

Once he realized the deluge of calls as “different,” he started to read his texts. He stopped to take a drag on his cigarette and inhaled deeply.

What was “different,” DK went on to say, was that all three of his cell phones “started to dance” within seconds of each other because of the triple shooting in the Winder Village section of Bristol Township early last Tuesday morning.

“I’ve got peoples over that way, and well you in this game, you never really know.”

D.K. said he has been “slinging” drugs now for over 10 years throughout Lower Bucks County. Since 2009 his prime product is “rock” he said, although he “dips and dabs” every once in while with pills and “urb,” too. (“Urb,” he says, refers to marijuana.”)

There is nothing thuggish about the man in his late 30s to early 40s. He’s articulate, smart and well versed on a number of topics, yet he realizes he’s society’s pariah.

“The only people outside of your family that loves guys ‘grinding’ daily are the customers he serves,” D.K. said with a sarcastic laugh, as if he realized the depth of the comment.

He doesn’t drive a fancy car, wear expensive jewelry or show off the kind of money he earns from his job as a drug dealer. “Doing s**t like that gets you three hots, a cot, 12 bars and having someone tell you when you can eat or take a piss,” he said with a shaking of the head as if  he were instructing one of the younger guys working the street, same as he.

His day job isn’t enough, D.K. says. He has “crumb snatchers you know” and because of his 3 to 4 day work week schedule, he’s “working it” Thursday to late Sunday nights. “I don’t do biz in the beginning of the week,” he said, adding that’s because of a personal observation he’s developed that few know off.

“Dudes always were getting popped” in the beginning of the week, seems to me,” he said slowly and deliberately. Sipping on steaming coffee as we walked away from a local coffee shop in the Bensalem area he continued.

“I’ve done time for doing this shit” in a Pennsylvania correctional facility and for a “beef” in Jersey he said. That last bid was nothing but a “meatball,” meaning it was easy time, DK explained. “But this right here,” pointing to his cell with a LevittownNow.com story about the shooting, “is f–ked,” he said.

I got “peoples” over that way he says, and have a good idea of “what went down” in that house. All you have to do is follow the thread and it’s right there for all to see, he said, never really elaborating on what he means.

Looking ahead of him out into the early morning light of a Friday morning, he reached into his pocket pulling out a Galaxy 4 SE cell phone.

“This right here is my work cell,” he said showing his conduit to high risk and big returns. The cell screen, is cracked, partly blackened. “I watched the video of that reverend (Rev. James Evans from the Norton Ave Baptist Church) who ran the vigil on Thursday night,” he said. (A  “prayer” vigil was held two days after the shootings.) “I thought to myself that right there could be me… easily! Doesn’t take much to piss off some wanna be badass who’s looking to make a name for himself,” he stated as he pulled out another  in a smoky stream of menthol cigarettes.

As laid back and relaxed DK seemed, his mind was churning. It showed in his eyes and gaze. He looked at the cell and said, this is one guy that heard the reverend’s message. Looking straight ahead, he said, “I’m done.”

For what seemed to be minutes, his words hung in the air, just like the smoke from his cigarette in the midst of a July summer night that had no breeze. He opened the cell where the SIM card is supposed to be.

“I took that bitch out, cut with scissors and tossed it in creek on the other side” pointing towards Trenton, as we proceeded on our early morning tour of Lower Bucks County, now on New Rodgers Road in Bristol.

“The cell is off. It’s not registered in my name and I’m not paying the bill,” he said laughing to himself about “screwing one of those big companies” instead of him getting screwed by them.

“Listen here,” he said as we walked, sipping another serving of  coffee with early morning work traffic heading towards the Bristol I-95 exit. “ I know what I do and was doing is wrong, but when I got out this last time from jail back in 2009,  there was no work out there and mutha f–kas were fighting for jobs at Micky D’s or handing out flyers in Philly for $8 bucks an hour. No one can survive on that so I went back to what I knew.”

He pulled out his wallet, thumbed through the wallet-sized images stopping at one. “I do have a degree in a health profession,” he said. “After the last arrest and time I did, there was no going  back to that” “I f–ked that up,” shaking his head, he said, gazing at the image with a family member in it. The image shows him with a cap and gown, rolled up scroll of the diploma schools supply to student’s on graduation day.

“I’m not looking for any sympathy or congratulations, or anything like that. I just wanted the Reverend to know this is one Mo-fo who heard him loudly, saying the scene on Winder Drive got to me,” D.K. said.

“I don’t want my family reading about me killed execution style” he said, commenting on rumors being floated in the area about the shootings. “I ain’t going out that way. It’s not what God has planned for me,” he said as we ended the on-the-record portion of the interview with the summer sun bathing us.

From there we talked sports, future possibilities for D.K. as we sat in an field eating bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches. Prior to parting ways I asked if he was at all concerned with what his suppliers in the region might think about suddenly dropping of the map. “I’m not sure”  he said, “but I can tell you today I really don’t give a fuck what they think.” Shaking hands, he said it again… “I’m done!”