A CLOSET FULL OF COKE: A DIARY OF A TEENAGE DRUG QUEEN
Imagine Scarface meets Thirteen with a 15-year old heroine who is not afraid to put evil in it´s place and let´s us enjoy her chills and thrills of drug stardom, running a multi-million dollar cocaine business in 80s Manhattan.
Who´s to say that female leads have to take on the damsel-in-distress roles? This might be the coolest opportunity for the set of kids taking over the young Hollywood sphere ready to work their way into international stardom - a pu pu platter for an actor’s delight. This is the first in a trilogy following the harrowing journey of a teenage drug entrepreneur coming of age into the woman she was meant to be.
Closet full of Coke: A Diary of a teenage drug queen is a fun and thrilling rollercoaster ride and being a true story is the cherry on the top.
Drink, snort, party, and hustle. Just another day in the life of an average fifteen year-old girl, right? Well, at least for Indra Sena it is. Indra, who takes a crash course in Drug Dealing 101, speeds through petty pills to kilos of coke thanks to her street smarts and “no shits to give” attitude. Her story is the opposite of a run-of-the-mill girl from the wrong side of the tracks sob story; it is a real life account of a young drug protégé climbing the steps into the cocaine kingdom.
It’s New York circa 1980s, the boom of big hair, neon spandex, shoulder pads, and cocaine. Bright colors, bigger attitude. In stumbles Indra, a small time pill-peddling teenager who wants nothing more than to skip over her broken home adolescence into the world of glamour and fun. Wickedly smart, fiercely brave, and completely wild, Indra dives head first into any and every avenue of convenience as long as it takes her far away from her abusive family. With the exception of her loving sister Seely, the rest are selfish asses with no business as parents. Cue Armando, a fast driving, sweet-talking Columbian drug dealer who just so happens to be on the lookout for a naïve assistant of sorts - wide of the mark. Cash starts to piling in. Easy breezy. Three hundred, five thousand, ten thousand - To keep up with the demand, Indra and Armando start making regular trips to Miami to smuggle suitcases filled with cocaine. Their unusual business partnership blossoms into “love” or the closet thing to it.
Soon Indra is living life to the grandest, for a fifteen year old anyway; Indra´s wealth increases, so do the risks. The DEA starts to seep into the cracks, crumbling the very grounds Indra is running on.
Indra and Armando become embroiled with a violent rage stemming from jealousy and mistrust. She realizes that she’s just another girl in a revolving door of women in Armando’s life, as disposable as a Dixie cup. And with the DEA starting to close in on their operations, Indra begins to doubt the longevity of her life of freedom.
Everything comes to a boiling point when Indra gets busted and her little sister Seely, being her last connection to normal life and most precious treasure, dies in a car accident caused by Armando. Finally, Indra realizes that fast money and the glamour of power was just a quick fix for what was missing in her life, love. In the chase after wealth and power, Indra lost who she was and what made life actually worth living. Eventually the short cuts catch up and now she has to find herself back to reality, making amends for her sins. Months in jail sober up her body and mind as she reassesses her life and what she wants to make of it.
Even though she’s threatened with years behind bars she knows it’s better than ratting Armando out, a surefire death sentence. Indra manages to get probation in lieu of prison time, but her plan for revenge doesn´t come to full fruition as she finds out that Armando already rolled over for the DEA in exchange for dealers further up along the chain.
So goes, Indra leaves her past behind. Though it was only three years of her life, it was enough for her to realize the shiny lies of the criminal life made of disappointing dreams. She leaves New York to search for the very truth she so desperately fled from.
WHY IT´S HOT
A fifteen year-old hell raising rock star, born’ n ’bred New Yorker with the stylistic egos of the 80s running a drug operation that not only tells the tales of the drug business but also the drama of growing up without a home or moral compass? Needless to say that teen power shouldn´t stop with fantasy tales.
Now imagine it from all spectrums of New York from Spanish Harlem, the Bronx, to Manhattan. Throw in splashes of the neon lit backdrops of Miami and day glow styling’s of the 80s club scene as Studio 54 was for the 70s. Then make way for the characters that inhabit this world. Loud, violent, daring, bold, dangerous, sympathetic, apathetic, complex, and deeply flawed. Lastly, combine that with the fast furious world of cocaine smuggling, dealing, snorting, busting, and the intrinsic drama and suspense that come with the world. You have push pull suspense and the internal conflict of getting out alive and free.
What’s Unique: These up and coming drug stories of the genre usually feature male leads such as Blow or American Gangster whether it’s ultra violent, dramatic, or action based.
So, what happened to the sharp-tongued, loveable female leads that wooed us in the 80s/90s and formed a whole era? Not only that but this one gives it a deeper twist by making her a teenager.
Author Note: It will bend your mind, but this is part one of a memoir trilogy written by Indra Sena – now in her 40s.
Author: Indra Sena
Title: Closet full of Coke: A diary of a teenage drug Queen
Sub Genre: Crime
Country of Origin: US
Format: Novel (Trilogy- Part One)
Locale: New York, Miami
Publication Details: Jan 2016 US
Film Rep: Peter Lombarsky
Sun Management LLC
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