Inside the mind of a drug smuggler.

[HuffAndPuff]

and another one from 420 magazine....

"Hey Tokers, I'm old but I'm new, at least to this site. I first started smoking back in 1977. I had only just been released from Sagmalicar Prison in Istanbul, where I had been locked up for smuggling cars. I'd been backpacking around the world and had ended up in Munich, where I was offered the golden chance to drive a BMW to Teheran. All expenses and a princely sum of DM600 on arrival and a return ticket to Istanbul. I did one uneventful but exciting trip, came unstuck on my second trip and ended up in Sagmalicar.
Some may recall that Sagmalicar was where Billy Hayes of "Midnight Express" spent a bit of time. Well, to say the prison was brutal would be an understatement! On my release, the buggers who employed me to run the cars to Teheran would not pay me, as they reckoned I had not completed my end of the deal cos I had not reached Teheran. As the car I was driving was still registered in my name, I had some leverage and swung another deal whereby I would carry half a kilo of primo Turkish hash to Munich, keeping half for myself as payment for my aborted trip. Bear in mind my head was pretty messed up from being locked up, tortured and beaten, and the decision to carry the hash was not necessarily the best option. The movie "Midnight Express" had not been released and the risks of smuggling were not widely realised. Once airborn, I arrived in Zurich and decided I had had enough of the buggers who had employed me, so I re-routed my ticket and made my way to London, then New York, then finally on to Montreal.
So, there I was in Montreal with a half a kilo of premium Turkish hash. Not being a toker, I thought I should try some of the stuff I had imported. Not being experienced, I smoked too much and ended up chundering all over the Youth Hostel dorm. When I got my wits about me I got some advice on moderation and that was the beginning of my smoking history.
These days I smoke for two reasons. First, I use pot as a dream suppressant for my post traumatic stress disorder (yes, the Turks did a petty good job on me), and secondly, I smoke for the sheer pleasure that good pot gives you. My favourote weed is White Widow followed closely by Blueberry. I tend to shy away from the very stong sativas cos they make me a little too edgy and mess up my sleep. However, I would love to smoke some good haze one day given the chance.
Well, that's all for the meet and greet on this forum.
Mark"


Oh, and "Midnight Express" was released that same year, if you use the date above- 1978.

HuffAndPuff

 

[Guest]

He's right you know Moose,I've come to love and respect all the little critters that run around here haha.And they share their love for me each and every day.Like JDR said man are you going to take every single person including yourself here seriously?I'd have been gone the first time someone insinuated they'd like to skin me alive if I took all this shit too seriously.You don't even have a verifiable troll yet for cryin out loud!

 

[fr33th3w33d]

i think you scared him off..

with all this hype i wanna read the damn story now.

 

[HuffAndPuff]

My bad, that first one I posted must be from the Introduction Forum, I guess he just posted it up twice and deleted one of them.

HuffAndPuff

 

[Jack D Ripper]

"It was 1978, Istanbul Turkey. That exotic meeting point in history, where mongols raged, and armies passed. Back then it was called Constantinople.
I found myself laying on a bed in the Hotel Benson, a run down hotel not far from the bazaar, the Grand Souk. A place for smugglers of all kinds of contraband, from guns to drugs, stolen goods, and motor vehicles. It was a motor vehicle that had brought me to my current circumstance actually.
You see, I had just been released from the infamous Sagmalicar Prison. One of the most brutal and notorious prisons in the world. Staffed by sadistic guards, well versed in the ancient art of torture and torment. A place for punishment, not rehabilitation.
I had been caught smuggling cars into Iran, and just spent 4 and a half months in that prison. My home for 4 months was a dungeon prison cell, 5' by 5' by 5'. I never once left that cell. There was no light. There was no humanity. There was no God.
As I was laying on my bed, having cleaned myself up and gotten rid of the lice and fleas, my employer, Zulphi, came to me and expressed his displeasure that I had been caught, and not reached Teheran with the Mercedes as contracted. I would not be paid my fee for the trip.
Instead of being paid, my boss told me that if I took a half kilo of hash to Munich, I could keep half on arrival. This is 4 days after being released from prison. My mind was shattered. I dug deep and knew I had to escape.
I thought to myself, "Right you c**t, I'm going to fly instead to Zurich, and keep the lot for myself!" They had betrayed me and I had suffered. I wanted out at any cost, but I wanted payback as well.
Next day, Zulphi brought the half kilo of absolute premium unpressed Turkish hash. I packed it into the pocket of an old Greyhound inflatable pillow that I had with me. I just ziplocked it shut and slid it into the map pocket of my Jansport backpack. This particular model had the map pocket, not on the outside of the pack, but rather between my shoulders and the pack. Effectively so that when going through customs, I would be taking my pack off for inspection if asked, and would lay it down with the frame bottom most, out of sight. It was very difficult to tell a flap was there.
I felt no fear. I felt nothing actually. My mind was still shattered from the electric shocks I had been given, then 4 months in solitary. I was in no fit mental state to be making good life choices.
I arrived at the airport. Zulphi drove. Checking in, I went ahead and booked my ticket, using credit I had on a miscellaneous charges order from Pan Am. Very softly though, in an act of brinksmanship, I asked to be booked on the flight to Zurich I noticed was leaving within 5 minutes of the flight to Munich.
My drug smuggling career was launched.
As soon as I had my ticket, I was asked to hurry to the departure lounge as my flight was on last call and I was the last to board. I literally ran to the gate, past a Turkish policeman. Just as I was nearly on the tarmac, the cop hollars "Stop!". I turn, still no fear, and see him holding my boarding pass. I had dropped it in my haste. I thanked him and shook his hand and gave him my last pack of Marlboros. He told me to hurry cos the plane was waiting on me.
Takeoff, then on the way to Zurich. I recall the Alps in the sun. I pondered the airport and chuckled. Zulphi had always told us the Turkish Feds were****nuckles, and that money or baksheesh always gave you a higher rank than them. I felt supremely confident. The hash was in my bag and I was watching the hostesses ass. Oh my I recall that ass. It was the first female ass I had seen in months. Oh gosh I loved that woman.
In Zurich, I picked up my pack, and headed out through to customs. I was very placid at the time, enjoying my freedom, feeling no fear or anxiety.
I pulled out a smoke, grabbed a tourist map, and just walked through the green corridor "Nothing to Declare", right past the customs officer. I then stopped and turned and asked him for a light up your smoke. Then off.
Straight to the ticket counter to book a connecting flight to London. I had decided to return to Montreal, via London (to sell some hash -I was broke you see) and New York.
Liftoff from Zurich on Swissair. Oh my golly gosh, but another woderful air hostess' ass. The Swiss I find are a little perter than the Pan Am ass. lol.
The sun is on my face. I'm reading and relaxing. Confident the hash will still be there in London. Then, my world fell apart. I read an article on the baggage handlers at Heathrow. They were referring to it as "Thief-row". I was instantly panicking. I was fearful that some crummy pommy baggage handler would steal my hash and spoil my day. I could not have that.
I still had no fear or anxiety about the hash. I think being new to hash and never having smoked weed, let alone hash, it meant nothing to me. So it just sat in my pack, no different than as if it were my sleeping bag. I recall thinking about the hash for the first time. It had a funny sweet smell, looked and felt and moved just like fresh brown sugar. I was a naive.
Landing in London. It is pissing down rain. I hate England. My previous experience was that it was cold, wet and expensive. And I was pissed at the Poms. This bloke had called me a "Wog" in a London pub one night, and told me to **** off back to Australia. Guys, I am a blond haired caucasion, not European looking. Makes me laugh about it now after all these years.
We raced down the stairs from the plane and across the tarmac, waiting and watching as our bags were checked over by a sniffer dog. I saw my pack on the last of 5 trolleys. Just as the dog neared the last trolley and my bag, the heavens really opened, and the handler and dog retreated out of the rain. My bag was not checked.
This time I felt a tinge of anxiety, but still no fear. I was still so happy and supremely in control. I had no fear of authority. I saw it as a mental challenge, a game of sorts. I was good at it. Zuphi had taught me well.
I might toss in here that I was fllying on one of 3 passports I had. All in my name, all legit. Only one was valid though. I had reported the other 2 stolen and gotten replacements. These 2 had both been altered by the smuggling syndicate, and had doctored stamps and visas, and other customs stamps removed completely.
In London, I head to the Youth Hostel for some much needed rest. The hash was still all there, still just sitting in a ziplock bag inside the map pocket. All half kilo of it.
I sold 2 ounces straight away. I could not believe how eager people were to buy some of my brown sugar.
Then a major problem. All air traffic controllers were on strike, and no flights were leaving for North America, except for those of one airline. Laker Airlines was my saviour. Sir Freddy Laker and the first international budget airline ever. But there was a queue, and that queue went for 3 kilometres from the ticket office at Victoria Station. We worked small groups, to team up for self protection and company as the line slowly edged it's way forward. The hash still sat in my pack. I was so calm and confident, I left my pack with this small group of young hippies, and went to do my ablutions, eat and just stretch. Sleeping on the pavement with drizzly weather for 3 days was no fun, but looking back it was a blast. The whole dynamic of this conga line of hippies, all returning to the US for school in the fall. And only one airline and only 2 flights a day.
In the air with Laker Airlines. my pack and the hash still safely aboard. Next stop, La Guardia Airport and US customs. I had worked out in my mind a strategy to enter through New York, and then catch a Greyhound bus to Montreal. My final destination.
I debark and head to get my pack. Then on to imigration and customs. My US visa is genuine and valid. I feel supremely confident. The horrors of Sagmalicar were fading. Joy was again pervading my mind. My health was improving.
Up to Customs I go after getting my visa stamped. This time no green gate. Everyone must present bags. Still no fear. Absolute control.
The customs officer asks me where I was going. I told him I was off to Montreal, then on to Edmonton in Canada for the Commonwealth Games. The customs agent wished me well, and helped me to lift my pack onto my back. I must say I was ever so thankful lol.
Out of the airport I head, to the taxi rank. Now I am starting to get excited. I can see the end, My goal. The Montreal Youth Hostel - a place I knew well. A place to recuperate. A place to sell my hash.
Driving up through Vermont. I recall the beautiful colours of autumn. I was nearly there. Mounting excitement.
The Canadian border at last. I go into the immigration office as I have to show my passport. It takes some time as I have to wait on the immigration officer to return from a break. I am the only international passenger on the bus. All the others are reboarded and their luggage restowed. You see, at the border, you have to unload your bag and identify it to customs.
A half an hour passes. I am starting to panick inside. I feel fear for the first time, but I have the beast in control. I finally finish and walk out to the bus. There, by the bus, is my pack standing alone ready for loading, right between to customs officers and an RCMP officer. I just crashed inside when I saw this. The reality and magnitude of the adventures of a drug smuggler came haunting me. I thought "How unfair!" - to have come all this way to get busted at the border.
I walked towards my pack and the bus. I put my shoulders back and put on my smugglers guise. Zulphi truly had taught me well in the arts of smuggling. It was a game. A challenge. The memories of the horrors of Sagmalicar oddly absent from my mind. An ominous portent though of what was to come in my mind 20 years on.
I picked up my pack and was unsure what was going down. Then the RCMP officer told me to shake a leg and get on the bus. I had made them late! I had ****ing made them late lol. My legs pumped up the stairs and I sat into my seat. That short ride to the terminus from the border was and is the most special bus ride I have ever taken in my life.
I trudged up the stairs to the Youth Hostel in Aylmer Street, and for the first time in nearly 5 months, I felt safe. I felt no fear. I had been paid in full for my epic car smuggling run from Munich to Teheran."

This was his original story, Huff found it elsewhere.

 

[HuffAndPuff]

Uh, Moose, I already posted your story again. Guess what, a few people responded, all of them positively, and none of them was Chumba. Let alone the fact that I still don't get what it is you think he said or did. I mean, I gotta tell you, I can't believe no one has called shenanigans on this story... Mind you I AM NOT SAYING I DONT BELIEVE YOU. I am saying that these three pages, no one has said that, and you should take that as a sign we are a welcoming community. Try posting that at PG and see how far you get.

Also, My world is revolving just fine, thank you much. I was merely trying to point out the fact that either way, this is right around the time when the movie was released, and people started hearing about terrible experiences like yours. Kind of along the lines of "It sucks it wasn't a few years earlieer, so you coulda known"
HuffAndPuff

 

[Guest]

Ughh, somehit hit that moose with a tranquilizer dart.

 

[Feyd]

Look man, you need to let this kinda stuff go. There are a lot of immature people online. The veil of anonymity turns average people into ignorant mongoloids. The appeal of being able to harass people without them knowing your real identity attracts the dregs of society, and unfortunately there is little you can do about it but ignore them.

So just ignore them. There will always be asshats, everywhere you go. If that was your story then a lot of us enjoyed it. If it wasn't, I still liked the fact that it was posted here so I had a chance to read it.

In any case, you need to not take things to heart so much. You'll enjoy things much better.
Oh and my condolences for your sac.

 

[HuffAndPuff]

Moose,
I am sorry if you feel that I have contributed to the ruination of this thread. I read your edited first post, and then the nearly two full pages of positive comments about the original. I wanted to hear the story, and so did others, so I did a little googling and shared what I found.

Also, I assumed anyone posting on the net would know that sometimes their claims, however true, may not be believed by others. So what? After all, you know it to be true, and you are sharing it for the people who choose to trust their fellow man. Why bother spending so much time and energy on the one or two un-complimentary posts? You're not posting for them, anyway!

I personally feel that at this particular juncture, posting pictures is a security risk. I go back and forth on the matter, and I have pictures of some really nice plants from this season's outdoor grow that I am aching to post. This is true, and people can tell me I am full of it, show it or blow it, until they are blue in the face. I know it's true, and I will post what I deem acceptable, when I damn well feel like it.

I look at it like, I have spent some time here, shared my thoughts and grow help, now the regulars have a pretty good idea who I am and what I am about. There is a "getting to know you" period involved, when a person would be stupid and unsafe to assume, without question, that a new member is incapable of lying. This place is like what they keep telling me about school... "you get out what you put in". To be honest, I posted that I toked in the UN building a few threads ago, and I was amazed no one said I was full of spit. Obviously it's the truth, and that's what I am getting at.

Here at IC, you will find that although many people reading might be calling BS to themselves, most are gracious enough not to call one out. After all, we have no proof that what one is saying isn't true, do we? Spend some time, let us get to know eachother, and I'm sure things will go fine. It's always tough being the new kid on the block, but don't do anything to make it any tougher than it needs to be, nah'mean?

And I am totally empathetic to your PTSD. It took me a long while of intensive therapy to shake mine, and it wasn't caused by anything as bad as a Turkish prison. I have spent some time in a dual diagnosis facility, and this is a tough thing to tell people. It's a sad state of affairs when it is more socially acceptable to say, "I went to rehab" than "I had a lot of bad shit happen in a short period of time, lost my mind, did a lot of blow to "fix" the problem, and wound up in a very nice, private mental hospital." So I understand the sensitivity to comments like those, but you need to understand that the world is not a sensitive place. The internet certainly is not. Here at ICMAG, most of us do our best at any given time, but what can I say? All of us have the right to disagree, criticise, and question. We are all adults here, and not all of us will use the kiddie gloves.

Oh, and there may be some instances of "mod favoritism", though it generally applies in situations where seed vendors and unsatisfied custies/potential trolls are concerned. Sometimes with a few of the more prominent members as well, but I call that seniority, and respecting your elders. That's why you pay your dues. And any who, none of the aforementioned parties are involved here.

Hope you take all this into consideration, I'm going to go smoke a spliff for you right now. Check your rep, too,

Stay Safe,
HuffAndPuff

[EDIT: Beat the Lock! And Moose, what are you talking about, "all this because I mis- keyed a date?" If you are referring to the discrepancy I barely referenced, then I already explained why I did that in an earlier post, and you really are worked up over nothing.]

 

[panopticist]

and my story has been ruined.

Sounds like someone's Sweet Sixteenth...

Relax, guy.

 

[trouble]

Moose, many people, myself included, have a difficult time believing or understanding somethings that we have not yet seen or experienced in our own lives.

In the short time I have been here at ICMAG I have been called more undesireable names then I have been called in the past 50+ years simply because I believe that terroriest from the middle east crashed jets into the Twin Towers and not Drone Jets flown by the US Government, I actually find it amusing, and have meet a alot more really good people here with alot of good growing and personal information they share then the naysayers. So, overall it's an OK place for me. But, then again I'm a little sick in the head. I hope you are able to hang out long enough to find out for yourself.

It's the internet, what do you expect?

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[Guest]

no nut pictures for me.

 

[FRANKENBLUNT420]

hey moose, since we all are gonna chime in you might aswell get used to it.

but the concesus is not really about the story, its more so your reaction to something so trivial. some believe and some dont, thats gonna be anywhere you go. you cant honestly tell me that everyone over at 420mag (which i have an account at too) just upped a believed your every word you said.

reality: it was, is a slice of YOUR life, that you shared with us, and some people believeit and some dont. . . SO WHAT? its your life dude, if it happened , then it happened.

i had a friend in high school that literally felt like everyone should like him, and if they didnt then there was something wrong with the world. well ofcourse we had to set him str8 on that.

so like i said, the concensus is ,a couple people dont dig it, ok fine, not everyone will, but for the most part everyone does, so why are you trippin' ? one or two had a problem with, but everyone else wants you to stay. what is it, your not realizin here?

now my thing , and i am gonna bring it to you like everyone else will, and my question is,after all you ahve been through, how in the hell are you serioulsy ranting about a poster, not three or four, but one poster? turkish prison? crossing borders? practically doing the MI:III thing with so many grams of hash, and THIS SHIT gets you riled up? and if it really did happen then how can it be "ruined"? thats like saying, " everyone on here finds out, im really from Chicago so my life is ruined nowOMG what am i to do?" c'mon man, c'mon

now your getting riled up, THAT is what makes a person think you are "suspect" and are suspicious or your adventure.

 

[smily]

LOLOL wow just another example of things being blow all to hell its like a KUSH thread............................

 

[FRANKENBLUNT420]

IMO, if thats the way that you, MOOSE , view things and thats not how they really are then , by all means, i too vote to have the whole damned story,event, thread and even MOOSE's membership retracted.

this is seriously rediculous, the thread "pussy whipped", lets be honest you arent the only and wont be the last and certainly arent the best drug smuggler out there. if anything , as entertaining as your story was, it was just that a story.

this crap is definitely reminiscent of the crap that used to go on over at OG, (god bless the dead <<makes sign of the cross>>) but more so, the kinda clowns that used to troll over there aswell.

the trolls werent the only bad thing, it was the ignorant people that strolled by aswell, makin mountains out of molehills, arguing facts with their fiction, jsut plain old dumbshit. and you MOOSE remind me of that. . be gone with you and your disreputable , sordid tales of tomfoolery and hapinstance!! once and for all BE GONE I SAY!! thats my vote/2cents.

 

[Guest]

Weird shit.I knew a kush dart wouldnt work on a moose time to break out the blockhead gun!For someone thats been through so much in his life I'm surprised to find you so easily ruffled by a couple people.I only wish 9 out of 10 people would find my threads interesting,instead 8 out of 10 say I'm a propagandist facist Neocon with years of service to the DEA haha.You seem to have a thing about the mods and staff here.Actually it seems like this whole thing was set up to me to slam the mods and staff here.I cant see any other reason a grown smuggler thats been in a Turkish prison would get his panties in a wad about the responses from a member or two.

 

[trouble]

Weird shit.I knew a kush dart wouldnt work on a moose time to break out the blockhead gun!

Could you please shot me with the Blockhead Gun as well.

American, I will say this you have withstood more Bullshit from others here for no reason then even myself. I spend my first 20 min. every time I log on returning Red Hondas to other members that park them in my ucp driveway. It's always the same three people, I never get them from anyone eles.


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[Guest]

My page should be entitled Fermans red toyota giganto stoney days sale.

 

[trouble]

My page should be entitled Fermans red toyota giganto stoney days sale.

I fear that one day I will log on and there will be a thread entitled "Americans Red Toyota Said F**K It !" These red toyota's aint selling, were closing the door's !

 

[Guest]

So long as there are growers out there about to peepee on their plants or start their babies in 3 gal pots I will be here.And as long as there are radical liberals running rampant and dangerously uncontained I will be here hahaha.