‘The Legend of Cocaine Island’ Review: A Southern Fairy Tale Y’all Ain’t Gonna Believe

Many years ago, maybe 15, maybe 20, I dunno, a sack of cocaine bobbed along the shores of Culebra island. This hippie guy who never wore any shoes, name of Julian, saw it floating in the shallows. He waded out into the ocean, fetched the bag, hoped it would contain money, discovered it stuffed with white powder, and buried it in the dirt rather than ale…