This is a photo of Michael Cesar (also spelled Cezar) leaving Criminal Court in Manhattan after being cleared of charges relating to the clean needle program. Mickey was the first person in New York City to run a so-called DIAL-A-DOPE service with the phone number 1-800-WANTPOT.
Mickey, the Pope of Dope, came from a upper class Jewish background. His father ran a transformer factory in New Jersey until he became ill and let his son Michael take over its management. Michael transformed a failing transformer business into a multi-million dollar operation within one year. Mickey wanted to branch out into rectifiers simply on the basis that the word sound like "rectum" - as you may have guessed by now the mouse was a homosexual and never hide it from anyone. Mickey's father recovered and took back the transformer business without giving Mickey any money for his efforts.
The Mouse joined the United States Navy where he was court-martialed for giving every sailor aboard his ship a blow-job. Mickey was put ashore in an undisclosed location but managed to gain his release and promptly headed for the nearest Russian Embassy where he offered the Soviets all the information he had on America's latest radar and electronic warfare devices. The mouse was shipped to Russia, but after he offered his services as a cocksucker to several KGB agents the Russians locked him up in Lubyanka Prison in Moscow.
The Mouse was a traitor! But he soon realized that America, despite its homophobia, was better than the Soviet Union, when he was forced to eat dead rats in this hellhole of a jail. Eventually the Soviets released him from his "mousehole" and he moved to Amsterdam where he purchased a nickel bag of smoke. He cut that nickel into ten joints, sold the joints and purchased a dime bag. He cut the dime bag into 22 joints, sold them and purchased an ounce. He rolled the ounce into 40 joints, did this again and again, until he purchased his first half-kilo or pound. Mickey was the Horatio Alger of dope! Money started pouring in and he bought a boat to live in and use as an office. Hippies from all over the world flocked to cop from the Mouse, including one Edward A. Rosenthal (aka "the EAR") of the Bronx, New York, a skinny, bearded motherfucker somewhat smarter than the rest. The EAR had run a candle store in the East Village in 1967 and was part of the hardcore scene. When his parents left for Florida and retirement, the EAR inherited a 3 bedroom apartment and began to experiment with indoor marijuana growing while letting Yippies such as Irvin Dana Beal crash there. At this time Beal was an unwashed hippy who was often caked with dirt and Rosenthal attempted to grow pot on Dana's person. Dana still contains several subcutaneously implanted marijuana seeds, and this might have presented a legal problem for Dana but the police have no evidence that the seeds can sprout.
The Mouse was moving and a groovin' until junkie scum got on to him and went aboard his boat and ripped him off. They came back a second time a shot the mouse in the leg when he wouldn't give up the bread and the dope. Alas, the Mouse was deported from Holland and New York City became his new base of mouserations. He showed up at the Smoke-In around 1980 in a trench coat that looked like it was covered with cum-stains, in fact it looked like he had borrowed it from Lyndon LaRouche, who dressed in a similar fashion. He introduced himself and later showed up at my pot store located at 6 Bleecker Street. I checked on him with Ed, then sold him a nickel bag. He was back the next day and bought a dime bag, then an ounce, then a QP (quarter pound). That was as much pot as I would sell at a time because I was a retailer not wholesaler. I figured you couldn't get into that much trouble that way. Later I found out that the cops could charge you will selling an aggregate amount of pot by adding up the smaller sales.
