PRESSURE

Eric Canori was one of the largest high-end marijuana dealers on the East Coast of the United States — before it became legal in any state — smuggling weed out of Canada via 18-wheelers, helicopters, and boats. He operated like a ghost, doing well over $300,000,000 of business by age 29 — without a gun or the government knowing.

The memoir begins in Canori's childhood, locked in his bedroom looking at posters of athletes and rock stars, dreaming of all the things he wants to do and become in life. The story ends with him in a prison cell, staring at barren walls, with nothing to see except a reflection of himself in a tiny, scratched-up mirror.

In between these scenes, he takes the reader on a joyride from the bottom to the top. At the bottom, he scrubs toilets while the other kids are making friends, and at the top, he shares penthouse suites with women from all over the globe, as he evades the DEA for close to fifteen years while leading a lifestyle that most people consider unattainable.

Canori was a rock star in his industry, but there was one thing he could never shake — his buried pain. A pain so deep that it could only be dealt with when he was locked up alone.