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Yeah, come on Kirby! I want to know what happened to ya
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Arrest Stories & Close Calls
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confused said:
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"the cop was cool"
The cop was not 'cool' he was busting you! Its crazy isn't it how this abusive punishment order gets us grovelling and kowtowing.
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"there were now three cops at the scene. two were cool, one was being an ass and saying "wow this is enough to be a felony"."
Very old cop game - 'nice cop, nasty cop'.
These power abusing perverted bastards (cops etc) live in your community. They like to have peace and security in their homes. It can be great fun to glue up their car doors, their house doors, to graffette up their property, to paint stripperise their cars. etc etc. NVDA (non violent direct action) only please. Be very very very very careful....think DNA, prints, even footwear - in particluar wear and tear, and facial protection. Teach the scum a lesson.
Blessings and protection.
Relapse
Member
Sweet stories guys, can't wait to hear the end of Kirby's story.
And it's true cop's do fuck with you, basically everything they say is some twisted mind game, it's disappointing that we have to learn to protect our rights from those that are supposed to be doing the protecting. Although I do disagree with the destruction of anyones property even if there job is to bust me for what I choose to do.
And it's true cop's do fuck with you, basically everything they say is some twisted mind game, it's disappointing that we have to learn to protect our rights from those that are supposed to be doing the protecting. Although I do disagree with the destruction of anyones property even if there job is to bust me for what I choose to do.
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I think NVDA resistance is fair play.
I was pulled over by the cops in North Wales, UK a while back. I'd said something out of the window to them, and sure enough when I emerged from a garage just down the road they pulled out after me. I turned into a side street knowing that they were going to pull me anyway. I get out of the motor and stand there quite quietly and peacefully and Karmly. A big fat bully of a cop comes over and starts off something like "I can see that you are shaking and and your voice is affected" type thing, "you're on drugs"...He was describing symptoms of a freek out cannabis experience. I wasn't freeking, and just said "no I'm not!". However the cop didn't like this response and angryily and ajitatedly said "oh yes you are". He basically was threatening me in a power over power abuser situation unless I complyed with his reality. They/he want to do this so that they can control you....and ultimately control and control the very very very very real magic that can be associated with cannabis use. This is why, by the way, that I support the real Pashtun stance (not Taliban) ... as in individual and tribal honour rather than police state perverted cowards bullying to trash individuation and empowerment, which has the ultimate aim of kowtowing towards a negative ritual generated state/government paradigm. (the west in actual fact). India I think the cops/state would back off from the real time collective shamman type magic trip that was manifest here. But the wankers here?! (screamed in capital letters). Total fucking arseholes. He was being of violent intent definitly. Thus they create the cannabis bad trip. He said he'd been on a course...obviously they tell them the symptoms of a freek out trip and then try and shoehorn everyone into this reality. he said I was drugged in charge of the car - I rejected this, and the pigs called the doctor to do the strait line test. Fortunately the doctor was pure Allah and he passed me....so no blood test. The pigs were SOOOOOO pissed off!!! I was on my way to a mountain sanctury to do some cannabis ritual.
OM SHIVA
They're tring to do me for about an eigth of cannabis...(the real stuff, cosmic karma like), so I took the option of 'electing' for Jury/Crown court trial, the best barrister for the job will be hired and the government will have problems, and this will be costing the state at least £10000 if they are foolish enough to proceed, which I want them too, because I'm going to make them look very very very very foolish indeed in the local and ideally national media and international. I'm getting legal aid (which is still just about available here in the UK despite the post thatcher americanisation).
I just wonder when these power abusing wankers/state/government are going to have some respect.
They'll learn.
Take care,
Blessings.
I have to say also that due to being a hippy type traveller (big scene uk side) in the past and also 'front line' eco warrior type dude I've had more encounters with the pigs then you've had hot dinners! and basically now these people just bore me...thus again the Pashtun stance, no negotiation, no games, just fuck off you perverted power abusing wankers. (ideally).
I was pulled over by the cops in North Wales, UK a while back. I'd said something out of the window to them, and sure enough when I emerged from a garage just down the road they pulled out after me. I turned into a side street knowing that they were going to pull me anyway. I get out of the motor and stand there quite quietly and peacefully and Karmly. A big fat bully of a cop comes over and starts off something like "I can see that you are shaking and and your voice is affected" type thing, "you're on drugs"...He was describing symptoms of a freek out cannabis experience. I wasn't freeking, and just said "no I'm not!". However the cop didn't like this response and angryily and ajitatedly said "oh yes you are". He basically was threatening me in a power over power abuser situation unless I complyed with his reality. They/he want to do this so that they can control you....and ultimately control and control the very very very very real magic that can be associated with cannabis use. This is why, by the way, that I support the real Pashtun stance (not Taliban) ... as in individual and tribal honour rather than police state perverted cowards bullying to trash individuation and empowerment, which has the ultimate aim of kowtowing towards a negative ritual generated state/government paradigm. (the west in actual fact). India I think the cops/state would back off from the real time collective shamman type magic trip that was manifest here. But the wankers here?! (screamed in capital letters). Total fucking arseholes. He was being of violent intent definitly. Thus they create the cannabis bad trip. He said he'd been on a course...obviously they tell them the symptoms of a freek out trip and then try and shoehorn everyone into this reality. he said I was drugged in charge of the car - I rejected this, and the pigs called the doctor to do the strait line test. Fortunately the doctor was pure Allah and he passed me....so no blood test. The pigs were SOOOOOO pissed off!!! I was on my way to a mountain sanctury to do some cannabis ritual.
OM SHIVA
They're tring to do me for about an eigth of cannabis...(the real stuff, cosmic karma like), so I took the option of 'electing' for Jury/Crown court trial, the best barrister for the job will be hired and the government will have problems, and this will be costing the state at least £10000 if they are foolish enough to proceed, which I want them too, because I'm going to make them look very very very very foolish indeed in the local and ideally national media and international. I'm getting legal aid (which is still just about available here in the UK despite the post thatcher americanisation).
I just wonder when these power abusing wankers/state/government are going to have some respect.
They'll learn.
Take care,
Blessings.
I have to say also that due to being a hippy type traveller (big scene uk side) in the past and also 'front line' eco warrior type dude I've had more encounters with the pigs then you've had hot dinners! and basically now these people just bore me...thus again the Pashtun stance, no negotiation, no games, just fuck off you perverted power abusing wankers. (ideally).
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A friend of mine just got busted for walking down the street with a hammer to go to work....Sware to god man....Was walking and i guess the cops were telling him to put it down and drop because they had a warrent for his arrest....He was still walking didnt hear the cops until 1 ran up from behind and hit him in the head with a billy club
My friend didnt know who it was so shit his first reaction was to hit the cop in the head with the camera....He knocked the cop unconchious hospitalized with concussion and damageed ear drum......HAHAHAHAH
my friend got 1 year in jail...when he got out he was telling us....Man they beat the fuck outta me when i was in there...
See what they do is theyll tell the other guards, "hey man thats the guy who hit Officer mcdonald with a hammer!...O REALLY?? .... He told us any time they got alone with him....They just started kicking him in the face and neck and striking his head with billy clubs....Now this is about 4 cops!
My friend didnt know who it was so shit his first reaction was to hit the cop in the head with the camera....He knocked the cop unconchious hospitalized with concussion and damageed ear drum......HAHAHAHAH
my friend got 1 year in jail...when he got out he was telling us....Man they beat the fuck outta me when i was in there...
See what they do is theyll tell the other guards, "hey man thats the guy who hit Officer mcdonald with a hammer!...O REALLY?? .... He told us any time they got alone with him....They just started kicking him in the face and neck and striking his head with billy clubs....Now this is about 4 cops!
Kirby
Member
The Gordian Knot, continued
The Gordian Knot, continued
Indefensible?
Many obscure thoughts went through my head at that time, I was in shock- I honestly had not known what happened. Soon we were led inside the Border Patrol Building and a man directed for us each to take a seat, the look on our faces seemed to show the look of perplexity and stupefaction. Reality soon kicked in and I recognized the solemnity of the situation on our hands.
The man, who look to be a mid-50 year-old Mexican with whitening hair and a thick mustache, grabbed some paperwork, looked over it, then asked Jay, 'We have reasonable evidence which suggests that you are transporting illegal drugs across the border.' Silence struck. The room became ever more uncomfortable. Despite accusations by the man behind the desk, Jay sat boldly in his chair and repeatedly denied them. While Jay was being talked to by the man behind the desk, a lady firmly directed the rest of us to different rooms, which seemed to be designated holding tanks. These cells were small, painted with an off-white color, and the only furniture available was a bench mounted to the wall and a stool/table platform type of thing. I thought to myself how much of an idiot I am for not throwing out the blunts which the girls didn't finish. Someone should have remembered to throw them out, shame on us, we really screwed up and it doesn't look good for us.
You mean you found it?
A few minutes went by, then I saw Jay pass by the window followed by an officer. Another few minutes went by and an officer opened the door and signaled for me to follow him. He brought me to a desk, seated me, then equipped me with a pen. Time passed, random signatures and paperwork was filled out by the officer and I soon found out the (one of the) reason(s) for our detainment.- Possession of 3.5 grams of Marijuana. I was overcome with a huge sigh of relief. To me, that was a good thing- Hell, look at what we were transporting! But then, just as I thought things couldn't get much worse, he explained to me that I would be apprehended in jail for the night. I kept my mouth closed and followed as directed.
(to be continued- I apologize in advance due to the lack of updates.)
The Gordian Knot, continued
Indefensible?
Many obscure thoughts went through my head at that time, I was in shock- I honestly had not known what happened. Soon we were led inside the Border Patrol Building and a man directed for us each to take a seat, the look on our faces seemed to show the look of perplexity and stupefaction. Reality soon kicked in and I recognized the solemnity of the situation on our hands.
The man, who look to be a mid-50 year-old Mexican with whitening hair and a thick mustache, grabbed some paperwork, looked over it, then asked Jay, 'We have reasonable evidence which suggests that you are transporting illegal drugs across the border.' Silence struck. The room became ever more uncomfortable. Despite accusations by the man behind the desk, Jay sat boldly in his chair and repeatedly denied them. While Jay was being talked to by the man behind the desk, a lady firmly directed the rest of us to different rooms, which seemed to be designated holding tanks. These cells were small, painted with an off-white color, and the only furniture available was a bench mounted to the wall and a stool/table platform type of thing. I thought to myself how much of an idiot I am for not throwing out the blunts which the girls didn't finish. Someone should have remembered to throw them out, shame on us, we really screwed up and it doesn't look good for us.
You mean you found it?
A few minutes went by, then I saw Jay pass by the window followed by an officer. Another few minutes went by and an officer opened the door and signaled for me to follow him. He brought me to a desk, seated me, then equipped me with a pen. Time passed, random signatures and paperwork was filled out by the officer and I soon found out the (one of the) reason(s) for our detainment.- Possession of 3.5 grams of Marijuana. I was overcome with a huge sigh of relief. To me, that was a good thing- Hell, look at what we were transporting! But then, just as I thought things couldn't get much worse, he explained to me that I would be apprehended in jail for the night. I kept my mouth closed and followed as directed.
(to be continued- I apologize in advance due to the lack of updates.)
514-Represent
Member
Oh man... let me share a little story with you guys.... it's nothing compared to some of the bigger ones but definitely worth reading...
So I see a movie with my girlfriend and it's winter outisde and decide to smoke in the car.
STUPID I KNOW BUT LISTEN!!!!
So I drop her off after the movie and head down an overpass about to jump on a highway when I spot about 7-8 LEOS conducting a drunk driving exam. I immediately start to sweat because I remember that
A) my car smells like chronic
B) I have a 3 and a half in my glove compartment.
So I slow down and roll down my window and this cute blond female cop approaches me. This is how it went.
HOT COP: Hi, how are you tonight?
ME: Fine thanks, yourself?
HOT COP: Have you been drinking?
ME: No officer. I don't drink and drive.
*she sniffs*
HOT COP: Just a bit of pot?
!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ME: No, no, no officer. I don't do that stuff.
HOT COP: What movie did you see?
ME: Borat.
*awkward silence as I see her look me up and down*
ME: It's pretty funny actually. Have you seen it?
*she smiles*
HOT COP: No, I haven't.
*i'm still sweating*
ME: Well you definitely should. It's fucking funny.
*she stares me down again*
HOT COP: Alright, move along but remember that smoking pot and driving is against the law too.
ME: Of course officer, goodnight.
Yes, yes, I know I'm dumb for smoking in the car but trust me I LEARNT MY LESSON AND NEVER DID IT AGAIN.
That's my close call.
So I see a movie with my girlfriend and it's winter outisde and decide to smoke in the car.
STUPID I KNOW BUT LISTEN!!!!
So I drop her off after the movie and head down an overpass about to jump on a highway when I spot about 7-8 LEOS conducting a drunk driving exam. I immediately start to sweat because I remember that
A) my car smells like chronic
B) I have a 3 and a half in my glove compartment.
So I slow down and roll down my window and this cute blond female cop approaches me. This is how it went.
HOT COP: Hi, how are you tonight?
ME: Fine thanks, yourself?
HOT COP: Have you been drinking?
ME: No officer. I don't drink and drive.
*she sniffs*
HOT COP: Just a bit of pot?
!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
ME: No, no, no officer. I don't do that stuff.
HOT COP: What movie did you see?
ME: Borat.
*awkward silence as I see her look me up and down*
ME: It's pretty funny actually. Have you seen it?
*she smiles*
HOT COP: No, I haven't.
*i'm still sweating*
ME: Well you definitely should. It's fucking funny.
*she stares me down again*
HOT COP: Alright, move along but remember that smoking pot and driving is against the law too.
ME: Of course officer, goodnight.
Yes, yes, I know I'm dumb for smoking in the car but trust me I LEARNT MY LESSON AND NEVER DID IT AGAIN.
That's my close call.
G
Guest
This isn't anything to a close call but
I have a similar but less threatening thing as 514.
I was driving home packing a bowl while I see a cop behind me and I'm just like god damn it...I start to think and I can't do anything and still don't know what I would have done if he pulled me over.
So he is following me and i turned into a shopping center, what does he do? Turns right in with me and follows me a good bit in the parking lot, all while I'm doing this is throwing my bud and pipe in a bag. Some bud got wet from the bubbler and I found a parking spot, got out and walked to mcdonalds, the cop continued on and parked far off.
Nothing bad, but of course freaked me out.
I have a similar but less threatening thing as 514.
I was driving home packing a bowl while I see a cop behind me and I'm just like god damn it...I start to think and I can't do anything and still don't know what I would have done if he pulled me over.
So he is following me and i turned into a shopping center, what does he do? Turns right in with me and follows me a good bit in the parking lot, all while I'm doing this is throwing my bud and pipe in a bag. Some bud got wet from the bubbler and I found a parking spot, got out and walked to mcdonalds, the cop continued on and parked far off.
Nothing bad, but of course freaked me out.
Informer arrested/asset stripped
Informer arrested/asset stripped
A friend and i had been growing on some land he owned in cornwall/uk.
He had a licence to dwell in a large mobile home and was married at the time .
in the first week of july we planted 400 cuttings that had been vegged for 7 days after rooting in my 6kw 18 hr room and nervously driven to cornwall in a luton van in orange plasic bread trays stacked 4 high(4hr drive)
The pevious crop the year before had some cuttngs from a mother of an unkown strain (bag seed) which finished sept 30th as opposed to our normal shiva type that finished 14/20 oct .I had decided to go with this strain cos of early finish and complete mold resistance.mid august i get a call from my mate at 2pm imediatley i can tell alls not well,She"s moved to her mothers he says (his wife) 2 days after she came back from Ibiza.
So next day im driving down to see my mate .After an hour or so conversation .we decide to take the situation day by day,
Nah she"s got no reason to say anything! says he.
Well after 3 weeks he hears that she met some guy in ibiza and was seen out with him in her mothers area about 40 miles away.
Ok let her be no contact ok he agrees .
my 6th sense has always been good and 0n the 25 of sept i wake up at 3pmand i dont feel right about the crop,5 days to cropping.
Fuck it there i am at 4pm putting up lines of string in my empty 6 kw room,she only knows my first name and thinks i live in kent "ha"
later that morning i call my mate "go and book a luton van for a week mate "
On the 27 th i set of down to cornwall after getting my mother tanks topped up and ph'd.Also im not traceble to my house in wales and my landcriusers not in my name.
I tell my mate we"ll have the plants out on the 30th and down to wales and hang them there.
A big smile on his face as he looks at me nice one andy i didnt fancy hanging them here.
we go out to look at the plants what a beautiful site 400 uniform mature plants shade leaves reds and purples many yellow ones on the ground.
midday on the 30th we start cutting them down after 3 hrs we are done all in bin bags stacked i the luton van we decide to drive them to wales the next day with the work traffic.
We made it into wales safley and reversed round the back of my house and unloaded and hung the plants .
the next day he jet washed the van out and drove back to cornwall.
i had decided to clean the plants when dry so about 9 days time would be about right also 3 guys long time mates were up for the trimming and cleaning for 10% of the crop plus keep all the finger rub .
on the 11th october leaving the guys busy trimming i drove down to cornwall with 28 g of tops dry and cleaned. for him to smoke.
no evidence of crop left no leaves stems all up and burnt!
I decided not to stay over .so headed of back to wales at 10pm
at 2pmthe next day the 12th oct i got a call on my mobile caller id witheld "Drug squad hit me this morning stay tight am ok .will be i touch!
Holy fuck i thought good job i didnt stay over.
I had no contact for 7 days by which time all the crop was wieghed n sold .
Then i got the call .His estranged wife had informed on him on october the 5.and told the police every thing she new.he got busted with 25g of tops.nothing else found no evidence of money nothing!
Karma!...The police arrested his ex on the evidence she"d given them for commercial production of weed and siezed all her assets namley car jewelry and biulding society account which showed cash deposits end of october for 3 yrs previously 8,500 pounds in total she pleeded giulty and was sentenced to 3 mnths prison on jan 28th. she had also made an accusation of threats of violence i mid september which was com plete and utter bollocks the police unknown to us had called at is mobile home
while he was out but not bothered to pursue it.obviously not looked around the land. because of the dogs loose sign.I believe in Karma totally
Informer arrested/asset stripped
A friend and i had been growing on some land he owned in cornwall/uk.
He had a licence to dwell in a large mobile home and was married at the time .
in the first week of july we planted 400 cuttings that had been vegged for 7 days after rooting in my 6kw 18 hr room and nervously driven to cornwall in a luton van in orange plasic bread trays stacked 4 high(4hr drive)
The pevious crop the year before had some cuttngs from a mother of an unkown strain (bag seed) which finished sept 30th as opposed to our normal shiva type that finished 14/20 oct .I had decided to go with this strain cos of early finish and complete mold resistance.mid august i get a call from my mate at 2pm imediatley i can tell alls not well,She"s moved to her mothers he says (his wife) 2 days after she came back from Ibiza.
So next day im driving down to see my mate .After an hour or so conversation .we decide to take the situation day by day,
Nah she"s got no reason to say anything! says he.
Well after 3 weeks he hears that she met some guy in ibiza and was seen out with him in her mothers area about 40 miles away.
Ok let her be no contact ok he agrees .
my 6th sense has always been good and 0n the 25 of sept i wake up at 3pmand i dont feel right about the crop,5 days to cropping.
Fuck it there i am at 4pm putting up lines of string in my empty 6 kw room,she only knows my first name and thinks i live in kent "ha"
later that morning i call my mate "go and book a luton van for a week mate "
On the 27 th i set of down to cornwall after getting my mother tanks topped up and ph'd.Also im not traceble to my house in wales and my landcriusers not in my name.
I tell my mate we"ll have the plants out on the 30th and down to wales and hang them there.
A big smile on his face as he looks at me nice one andy i didnt fancy hanging them here.
we go out to look at the plants what a beautiful site 400 uniform mature plants shade leaves reds and purples many yellow ones on the ground.
midday on the 30th we start cutting them down after 3 hrs we are done all in bin bags stacked i the luton van we decide to drive them to wales the next day with the work traffic.
We made it into wales safley and reversed round the back of my house and unloaded and hung the plants .
the next day he jet washed the van out and drove back to cornwall.
i had decided to clean the plants when dry so about 9 days time would be about right also 3 guys long time mates were up for the trimming and cleaning for 10% of the crop plus keep all the finger rub .
on the 11th october leaving the guys busy trimming i drove down to cornwall with 28 g of tops dry and cleaned. for him to smoke.
no evidence of crop left no leaves stems all up and burnt!
I decided not to stay over .so headed of back to wales at 10pm
at 2pmthe next day the 12th oct i got a call on my mobile caller id witheld "Drug squad hit me this morning stay tight am ok .will be i touch!
Holy fuck i thought good job i didnt stay over.
I had no contact for 7 days by which time all the crop was wieghed n sold .
Then i got the call .His estranged wife had informed on him on october the 5.and told the police every thing she new.he got busted with 25g of tops.nothing else found no evidence of money nothing!
Karma!...The police arrested his ex on the evidence she"d given them for commercial production of weed and siezed all her assets namley car jewelry and biulding society account which showed cash deposits end of october for 3 yrs previously 8,500 pounds in total she pleeded giulty and was sentenced to 3 mnths prison on jan 28th. she had also made an accusation of threats of violence i mid september which was com plete and utter bollocks the police unknown to us had called at is mobile home
while he was out but not bothered to pursue it.obviously not looked around the land. because of the dogs loose sign.I believe in Karma totallyHunt4Hazez
Member
Thats a pretty crazy story andyo, the girlfriend got all that for false information? I wish false snitches got treated like that everywhere.
I got busted back in february. I haven't been sentanced yet so i'm going to leave a few factors yet, but here's my story.
So, early in the morning after just waking up... smoking my good morning bowl and drinking a cup of coffee, my cell phone rings with a number i've never seen (a local cellphone). now usually i dont answer if i dont know the number, but sometimes i get curious. here's how the call went:
Me: Hello?
Pig: Hi! is this *****?
Me: Sure is, who's this?
Pig: This is **** with the ******* County Task Force. Seems we've got a problem...
Me: (shitting myself) Oh yeah? What's that?
Pig: As it stands, we've got two counts of delivery of marijuana and two counts of delivery of oxycontin... all in a school zone. which means you sold to either myself, or one of my operatives.
Me: i'm no fucking drug dealer dude, you got the wrong guy.
Pig: i'm not saying you're running a cartel, but you sold drugs to us, therefore you are a drug dealer. we know you've got weed connects, and pill connects, so maybe we can work something out. can you talk?
now usually i would've said i'd just hung up, but i wanted to see if this shit was for real before i cleaned out my house. i've had friends (douchebags) call me shithoused drunk and pretend to be the task force but the tone (or "oink"... haha) in this guys voice led to be to believe this wasn't 100% bullshit. moving on...
Me: sure, obviously i want to see what you have to say since i want to know what the fuck is going on.
Pig: well we could've done it the hard way and arrested you that day, but, you've got a clean record, and you're young so we want to get rid of this problem as much as you do.
Me: well if you're talking about me snitchin', i'm going to have to get back to you on that.
Pig: yeah sure man no problem, but give me a call back by noon with a decision... we won't wait around forever.
now let me remind you i didn't even think about being the scum of the fucking earth and strapping a wire to my chest, i just had to buy myself some time just incase they did have these charges on me. i knew it was really the task force, but i thought maybe they made this shit up, just trying to get me to run down there with my tail between my legs and snitch someone out. i thought the way this was going down was just a little too.... unprofessional? but regardless i had to take it seriously.
so i frantically run around my house, trying to keep my cool, packing up everything i could. glass, scales, etc... i didn't have any quantity of herb on hand... just like 6-7g. i wasn't growing at the time but i did have all the equipment and a shitload of old stalks and leaves in a closet that i never cleaned out. lazy.
so then i realize that today the power was shut off in my neighborhood for maintenance. shit. no vacuum cleaner. no garbage disposal. so i sat infront of that toilet for 20 god damn minutes chopping, chopping, chopping stalks and stems into fine pieces to get that shit to flush. now i don't do pills and never have on the regular, but i did have various pills on hand for a rainy day. i flushed them all... not even thinking twice.
i then drove the most stressful mile and a half to my closest buddy's house... woke them up there and explained to them the deal, asked to leave my shit there for a little while since it was nothing too serious anyway. the only thing i was worried about was my cash. i couldn't leave that at my house... and not having a legit job, and having all this money in a bank or on me, was not a good idea.
it came time to pick up my girl from class... and when i did i wasn't going to tell her right away, but i didn't really want to keep anything from her and in a mature manner, explained the situation the best i could. she took it well at first, but then while i was dropping her off at work she tripped the fuck out... since we'd only been together for 6 weeks or so. said she couldn't be around me anymore if the task force was going to bust in my door at any given time. i really liked this girl, but obviously if she wasn't going to be there for me then... fuck her, peace.
so i call up a buddy about an hour south in our bordering state... and ask him if i can stay down there for a few weeks until shit cools down. he agrees, and i drop my money off at a family members house and hit the high road. by this time, it was way past noon and the task force kept calling... and callling... and calling. stressing me the fuck out.
i was making phone calls to a few people who might know what the fuck is going on, and everyone i explained it to, told me that it had to be bullshit and that the task force doesn't just call you and give you a chance to run. cooled me down a bit, but i still had a bad feeling.
the last time the task force called me, he left a message saying he forwarded all my info to the state police, sherrifs, and local pigs in my town. told me not to run, just turn myself in. and if i didn't, they'd come get me.
being the fool i am, and letting my emotions get the best of me, i end up coming back home late that night because the female called and told me she wanted me to come back... didn't want it to be like this.
so i came back... decided if it was for real i didn't want to run for the rest of my life. id just ride it out and see what happened. the next day i had to explain to my dad, who i was living with at the time. he was understanding. pissed, but understanding. i told him they probably won't raid his house, since i'm not on the lease, but still... they might if this is for real. he told me not to sweat it, just let him hold onto my money, but they were probably just scaring me.
i spent the next week stressing the fuck out, wondering when/if they'd come. i layed low... not really talking to anyone except my family and my girlfriend. after a few days passed i calmed down a bit, but still didn't forget.
exactly one week from the day he called me, i was on my way to pick up my girl from class again, when i saw a local cop stare me straight in the eye as i was turning the same way he was, at opposite ends of an intersection. i let him get a couple hundred feet away, since there was no other way i could turn without making a big scene. i followed far behind. when all the sudden i saw him put on this brakes and let me catch up to him. as soon as i did, he just kept staring at me from the lane next to me.
then all the sudden, bam. gets right behind me. i start shitting myself again, but just try to keep my cool and just continue the route to get my chick. he follows me all the way to the grocery store where i pick her up, and as soon as i park he turns on his lights.
Pig: license and reg?
Me: here ya go... i don't have insurance though man.
Pig: oh it's fine (?), you know why i pulled ya over?
Me: not a clue.
Pig: we've had reports of some people driving around in a car like this flashling flash lights pretending to be a police officer (i drove a crown vic... ironic? haha).
Me: (laughs) hell no... thats absurd.
Pig: alright.. i'll be right back man.
i see him in my rear view talking on this radio, nodding his head, and instantly i know i'm fucked and his story is bullshit. and as soon as he's walking back to my car... BAM. 3 more local cop cars and one sherrif pull in surrounding my car. the whole time i'm just thinking... get real. another cop walks up and asks me to step out the car... i play dumb... ask him why, he tells me "don't fuck around kid, you're in some shit right now." so i get out the car, and the second my foot hits the concrete i'm whipped out of my car and thrown against the side of it and cuffed.
Me: am i under arrest?
Pig 2: obviously.
Me: what the fuck for???
Pig 2: we don't know, we've got some detectives that want to speak with you.
so then i just sit tight... and i hear them saying... "should we wait for them to search it, or do it ourselves?"
and minutes later an unmarked soccermom minivan pulls up with 2 guys in skimasks. they search the shit out of my car, and find only one small nug of some DANK in the glove that i forgot to take out from the night before. woops.
so then i get taken to interrogation... they proceed to tell me i'm going to the joint for a few years if i don't snitch. i tell them to get fucked. they tell me all kinds of shit. told me about all the people i've been dealing with and how they're going down soon too. i wasn't really a prick to them. not super nice, but just excepted the fact that i'm going to jail and just told them to take me in.
thankfully they let me make a few phone calls from the interogation room with my own phone, so i called my girl and my dad and told them what happened, and told my dad to get the bail money ready.
then, short of a few more conversations with the task force pigs trying to get some fucking info out of them about how i got busted, and after a few pre-jail cigarettes (they were nice enough to let me huff a few down before i went it. score.) i went to jail. got bailed out shortly after. fuck county jail. FUCK. that place.
so now my car as been seized, i had to pay to get myself out of jail, had to pay for a lawyer, and have had a complete 180 spin of lifestyle. sucks... but hey what can you do.
as it stands now my lawyer and i are plea bargaining... just trying to get myself the best out of this shitty situation. i can't take it to trial, because supposedly they've got video and a wire tape on one of the buys. and if i lose a trial, i could get about 3 years in prison because of that stupid fucking manditory school zone 24 month sentance. not a chance i'm willing to take. so right now i'm looking at about 6-12 months and hating life. fuck snitches. fuck snitches. fuck snitches.
there's really a lot more to this... but like i said i don't want to talk about too many details. all i have to say is if you're going to be hustlin' shit... don't ever start dealing with pills... and junkies. may have been my mistake. but... those two things have temporarily ruined my life. but, things can only get better i suppose.
So, early in the morning after just waking up... smoking my good morning bowl and drinking a cup of coffee, my cell phone rings with a number i've never seen (a local cellphone). now usually i dont answer if i dont know the number, but sometimes i get curious. here's how the call went:
Me: Hello?
Pig: Hi! is this *****?
Me: Sure is, who's this?
Pig: This is **** with the ******* County Task Force. Seems we've got a problem...
Me: (shitting myself) Oh yeah? What's that?
Pig: As it stands, we've got two counts of delivery of marijuana and two counts of delivery of oxycontin... all in a school zone. which means you sold to either myself, or one of my operatives.
Me: i'm no fucking drug dealer dude, you got the wrong guy.
Pig: i'm not saying you're running a cartel, but you sold drugs to us, therefore you are a drug dealer. we know you've got weed connects, and pill connects, so maybe we can work something out. can you talk?
now usually i would've said i'd just hung up, but i wanted to see if this shit was for real before i cleaned out my house. i've had friends (douchebags) call me shithoused drunk and pretend to be the task force but the tone (or "oink"... haha) in this guys voice led to be to believe this wasn't 100% bullshit. moving on...
Me: sure, obviously i want to see what you have to say since i want to know what the fuck is going on.
Pig: well we could've done it the hard way and arrested you that day, but, you've got a clean record, and you're young so we want to get rid of this problem as much as you do.
Me: well if you're talking about me snitchin', i'm going to have to get back to you on that.
Pig: yeah sure man no problem, but give me a call back by noon with a decision... we won't wait around forever.
now let me remind you i didn't even think about being the scum of the fucking earth and strapping a wire to my chest, i just had to buy myself some time just incase they did have these charges on me. i knew it was really the task force, but i thought maybe they made this shit up, just trying to get me to run down there with my tail between my legs and snitch someone out. i thought the way this was going down was just a little too.... unprofessional? but regardless i had to take it seriously.
so i frantically run around my house, trying to keep my cool, packing up everything i could. glass, scales, etc... i didn't have any quantity of herb on hand... just like 6-7g. i wasn't growing at the time but i did have all the equipment and a shitload of old stalks and leaves in a closet that i never cleaned out. lazy.
so then i realize that today the power was shut off in my neighborhood for maintenance. shit. no vacuum cleaner. no garbage disposal. so i sat infront of that toilet for 20 god damn minutes chopping, chopping, chopping stalks and stems into fine pieces to get that shit to flush. now i don't do pills and never have on the regular, but i did have various pills on hand for a rainy day. i flushed them all... not even thinking twice.
i then drove the most stressful mile and a half to my closest buddy's house... woke them up there and explained to them the deal, asked to leave my shit there for a little while since it was nothing too serious anyway. the only thing i was worried about was my cash. i couldn't leave that at my house... and not having a legit job, and having all this money in a bank or on me, was not a good idea.
it came time to pick up my girl from class... and when i did i wasn't going to tell her right away, but i didn't really want to keep anything from her and in a mature manner, explained the situation the best i could. she took it well at first, but then while i was dropping her off at work she tripped the fuck out... since we'd only been together for 6 weeks or so. said she couldn't be around me anymore if the task force was going to bust in my door at any given time. i really liked this girl, but obviously if she wasn't going to be there for me then... fuck her, peace.
so i call up a buddy about an hour south in our bordering state... and ask him if i can stay down there for a few weeks until shit cools down. he agrees, and i drop my money off at a family members house and hit the high road. by this time, it was way past noon and the task force kept calling... and callling... and calling. stressing me the fuck out.
i was making phone calls to a few people who might know what the fuck is going on, and everyone i explained it to, told me that it had to be bullshit and that the task force doesn't just call you and give you a chance to run. cooled me down a bit, but i still had a bad feeling.
the last time the task force called me, he left a message saying he forwarded all my info to the state police, sherrifs, and local pigs in my town. told me not to run, just turn myself in. and if i didn't, they'd come get me.
being the fool i am, and letting my emotions get the best of me, i end up coming back home late that night because the female called and told me she wanted me to come back... didn't want it to be like this.
so i came back... decided if it was for real i didn't want to run for the rest of my life. id just ride it out and see what happened. the next day i had to explain to my dad, who i was living with at the time. he was understanding. pissed, but understanding. i told him they probably won't raid his house, since i'm not on the lease, but still... they might if this is for real. he told me not to sweat it, just let him hold onto my money, but they were probably just scaring me.
i spent the next week stressing the fuck out, wondering when/if they'd come. i layed low... not really talking to anyone except my family and my girlfriend. after a few days passed i calmed down a bit, but still didn't forget.
exactly one week from the day he called me, i was on my way to pick up my girl from class again, when i saw a local cop stare me straight in the eye as i was turning the same way he was, at opposite ends of an intersection. i let him get a couple hundred feet away, since there was no other way i could turn without making a big scene. i followed far behind. when all the sudden i saw him put on this brakes and let me catch up to him. as soon as i did, he just kept staring at me from the lane next to me.
then all the sudden, bam. gets right behind me. i start shitting myself again, but just try to keep my cool and just continue the route to get my chick. he follows me all the way to the grocery store where i pick her up, and as soon as i park he turns on his lights.
Pig: license and reg?
Me: here ya go... i don't have insurance though man.
Pig: oh it's fine (?), you know why i pulled ya over?
Me: not a clue.
Pig: we've had reports of some people driving around in a car like this flashling flash lights pretending to be a police officer (i drove a crown vic... ironic? haha).
Me: (laughs) hell no... thats absurd.
Pig: alright.. i'll be right back man.
i see him in my rear view talking on this radio, nodding his head, and instantly i know i'm fucked and his story is bullshit. and as soon as he's walking back to my car... BAM. 3 more local cop cars and one sherrif pull in surrounding my car. the whole time i'm just thinking... get real. another cop walks up and asks me to step out the car... i play dumb... ask him why, he tells me "don't fuck around kid, you're in some shit right now." so i get out the car, and the second my foot hits the concrete i'm whipped out of my car and thrown against the side of it and cuffed.
Me: am i under arrest?
Pig 2: obviously.
Me: what the fuck for???
Pig 2: we don't know, we've got some detectives that want to speak with you.
so then i just sit tight... and i hear them saying... "should we wait for them to search it, or do it ourselves?"
and minutes later an unmarked soccermom minivan pulls up with 2 guys in skimasks. they search the shit out of my car, and find only one small nug of some DANK in the glove that i forgot to take out from the night before. woops.
so then i get taken to interrogation... they proceed to tell me i'm going to the joint for a few years if i don't snitch. i tell them to get fucked. they tell me all kinds of shit. told me about all the people i've been dealing with and how they're going down soon too. i wasn't really a prick to them. not super nice, but just excepted the fact that i'm going to jail and just told them to take me in.
thankfully they let me make a few phone calls from the interogation room with my own phone, so i called my girl and my dad and told them what happened, and told my dad to get the bail money ready.
then, short of a few more conversations with the task force pigs trying to get some fucking info out of them about how i got busted, and after a few pre-jail cigarettes (they were nice enough to let me huff a few down before i went it. score.) i went to jail. got bailed out shortly after. fuck county jail. FUCK. that place.
so now my car as been seized, i had to pay to get myself out of jail, had to pay for a lawyer, and have had a complete 180 spin of lifestyle. sucks... but hey what can you do.
as it stands now my lawyer and i are plea bargaining... just trying to get myself the best out of this shitty situation. i can't take it to trial, because supposedly they've got video and a wire tape on one of the buys. and if i lose a trial, i could get about 3 years in prison because of that stupid fucking manditory school zone 24 month sentance. not a chance i'm willing to take. so right now i'm looking at about 6-12 months and hating life. fuck snitches. fuck snitches. fuck snitches.
there's really a lot more to this... but like i said i don't want to talk about too many details. all i have to say is if you're going to be hustlin' shit... don't ever start dealing with pills... and junkies. may have been my mistake. but... those two things have temporarily ruined my life. but, things can only get better i suppose.
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do you guys know the imei serial numberon our mobile phones can be used and then they can track what calls we have made by taking the imei and logging it bac to the station
well i guess i kind of left that part out. the kid that was working for the task force was a kid that i'd been dealing with on and off for about 3 years now. the kid was always kind of a piece of crap. he wasn't a task force agent. just a junky that got himself in a pinch and used me to get him out of it. or. he was just doing it for money. the task force here pays $1000-$1500 per controlled buy. and since the kid was fuckin with anything... selling.. i should say... it's my theory that he's just a greedy little fucker that only cares about himself. he wasn't really a bad kid to me... never really did me dirty. i'd chill with him for a couple hours and burn bowls with him and his old man... not exactly my boy, but a well known acquaintance. my mistake for trusting him.
but unfortunately when you're not careful, things like this happens. when the deals went down... i knew something was sketchy about it. he wouldn't meet me at his house and he was buying weed AND pills at the same time. and the amounts matched up to what you hear of on the street as "task force amounts." and like i said i didn't sell pills. i got him the pills as a "favor," which i shouldn't have done. because what told me to NOT tell him to get the fuck out of my car was the fact that i paid full price for the pills from a buddy, didn't make money off of them, and didn't want to get stuck with the shit. so i decided to just put the trust in him, and that's where i got fucked.
i got caught up in "the hustle" i suppose... just didn't think things through 100% like i should've done. and that's where you can get caught slippin. but, i would advise anyone to NOT sell drugs and just completely avoid the situations. because i know there's people on here that do such things, but obviously won't talk about it on here. so to all of you... just be damned careful.
but unfortunately when you're not careful, things like this happens. when the deals went down... i knew something was sketchy about it. he wouldn't meet me at his house and he was buying weed AND pills at the same time. and the amounts matched up to what you hear of on the street as "task force amounts." and like i said i didn't sell pills. i got him the pills as a "favor," which i shouldn't have done. because what told me to NOT tell him to get the fuck out of my car was the fact that i paid full price for the pills from a buddy, didn't make money off of them, and didn't want to get stuck with the shit. so i decided to just put the trust in him, and that's where i got fucked.
i got caught up in "the hustle" i suppose... just didn't think things through 100% like i should've done. and that's where you can get caught slippin. but, i would advise anyone to NOT sell drugs and just completely avoid the situations. because i know there's people on here that do such things, but obviously won't talk about it on here. so to all of you... just be damned careful.
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I'd like to throw some stories out, as some people call me the king of crazy shit. I am always truthful and don't exaggerate which helps a lot as a story teller. People tune out if they doubt anyway... I've been in centre city downtown booking station in manhatten NY when 50 cent walked by for the jam master J shooting. Different time I was arrested for trespessing(jumping turnstile) in the world trade center with 2 bottles of GHB and a few of those delivery service containers of bud from the late cartoon network. I was patted down and searched but somehow cop never looked in one section of my bag. And last thing Ill say today was just last week I borrowed a shirt from a friend and was pulled over. I knew the second officer on the scene because of another incident with unpaid tickets and he sticks his head in the car after smelling strong odor. the clothes had soaked up the smell of my friends 2 plant grow and made my car stink. He quickly forgot about it after smellin that it was the clothes. I'm an idiot don't follow me into the sun.
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Great Thread 
Once upon a time I got on a plane from Nepal to Amsterdam Via India.
I was wearing some special shoes that I had made to accommodate my feet as well as 1 kg of fine Nepalese Squigy in each shoe
That’s right 1kg I did only get 900 grams in each though!!!
I called these shoes my Herman Monsters because they really looked like Herman Monster's shoes.
Boarded the plane in Katmandu and landed in Delhi without drama and was feeling very confident. I had about a 10 hour layover in Delhi, a bit nervous hangin round all day I kept my mind off things by reading. We had a fuel stop in the Emirates where we had to get off the plane and then board about an hour later. I think it was Dubai and I wandered through the duty free shops it’s massive and a good diversion as well as a place to get some JD. Then off to the Dam Ahhhhh not far now last leg of the Journey and an EZ one. The plane landed and out we go like sheep down the tunnel ………and guess what there was a fuckin sheep herder with a DOG at the end of the tunnel.
“Where are the drugs” was the question
I tried to start with my declaration of innocence and he just looked at me and laughed.
So I just smiled and pointed at my shoes.
Away I went to be processed; and then the wait!!!
4 hours later they came to tell me my punishment was to be sent back to my home country, America which city would I like to fly to?
A bit apprehensive I responded and within 2 hrs I was in a holding cell full of illegal aliens awaiting deportation. I was to good ole USA
It took about 36 hours before I was on a plane towards the states. Due to the circumstances my passport was given to the pilot and I was told it would be turned over to customs when I arrived
The time came and I got pulled into a room, strip searched, and questioned about what I had been doing for the last 5 years part of which he knew since I had been to prison in 2 other countries in that time, and that info was right in front of him.
He hated me and wanted to lock me up but he just didn’t have what it takes
When I cleared customs I went to the toilet and let it rip right into a plastic bag about 500grams of Fine Nepalese Squigy
I had a single skin stuck in a book and I rolled a neat hash spliff that I burned on the taxi ramp just outside the airport. Somebody waiting for a ride was attracted by the smell and we got Baked
Then he ended up given me a lift 3 hrs to where I wanted to go.
Who says getting busted sucks that was Fuckin Amazing
Ahh those Daze are behind me now but i do have a few stories from the good ole pre shoe bomber Daze
Peace
Once upon a time I got on a plane from Nepal to Amsterdam Via India.
I was wearing some special shoes that I had made to accommodate my feet as well as 1 kg of fine Nepalese Squigy in each shoe
That’s right 1kg I did only get 900 grams in each though!!!I called these shoes my Herman Monsters because they really looked like Herman Monster's shoes.
Boarded the plane in Katmandu and landed in Delhi without drama and was feeling very confident. I had about a 10 hour layover in Delhi, a bit nervous hangin round all day I kept my mind off things by reading. We had a fuel stop in the Emirates where we had to get off the plane and then board about an hour later. I think it was Dubai and I wandered through the duty free shops it’s massive and a good diversion as well as a place to get some JD. Then off to the Dam Ahhhhh not far now last leg of the Journey and an EZ one. The plane landed and out we go like sheep down the tunnel ………and guess what there was a fuckin sheep herder with a DOG at the end of the tunnel.
“Where are the drugs” was the question
I tried to start with my declaration of innocence and he just looked at me and laughed.
So I just smiled and pointed at my shoes.
Away I went to be processed; and then the wait!!!
4 hours later they came to tell me my punishment was to be sent back to my home country, America which city would I like to fly to?
A bit apprehensive I responded and within 2 hrs I was in a holding cell full of illegal aliens awaiting deportation. I was to good ole USA
It took about 36 hours before I was on a plane towards the states. Due to the circumstances my passport was given to the pilot and I was told it would be turned over to customs when I arrived
The time came and I got pulled into a room, strip searched, and questioned about what I had been doing for the last 5 years part of which he knew since I had been to prison in 2 other countries in that time, and that info was right in front of him.
He hated me and wanted to lock me up but he just didn’t have what it takes
When I cleared customs I went to the toilet and let it rip right into a plastic bag about 500grams of Fine Nepalese Squigy
I had a single skin stuck in a book and I rolled a neat hash spliff that I burned on the taxi ramp just outside the airport. Somebody waiting for a ride was attracted by the smell and we got Baked
Then he ended up given me a lift 3 hrs to where I wanted to go.
Who says getting busted sucks that was Fuckin Amazing
Ahh those Daze are behind me now but i do have a few stories from the good ole pre shoe bomber Daze
Peace
