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Been arrested for something drug related, What's your story?

Ooh! My turn! I was arrested once. It sucked ASS, but what is really going to happen to me remains to be seen...
I had been tweeking pretty hardcore all weekend and in to the beginning of the next week, just a little over 96 hours with no sleep. It was my policy that as long as I showed up for some of my classes and my grades were still ok i could do as much meth as I wanted and everything was okie-dokie. So, I get back to school but my fatal tweeker flaw takes over I MUST clean the car!. In addition to merely cleaning the car I thouroughly carpet sketched and was elated to find a teeny tiny nearly worthless-sized rock o' meth which I immediately put into one of my little baggies.
Now, it seems quite simple the proper thing to do would be to put the baggie in a pocket or purse or at least somewhere out of plain view and the little voices inside my head were insisting that I do just that but nooo, I just had to leave it on the back seat as I continued to carpet sketch. Fucking dumbass. Of course a campus cop happens to show up patrolling the parking lot and gets out of his car to ask me what I'm doing. I was looking totally strung-out but I attempted to casually reply that I'm just cleaning some trash out of the car. The cop comes closer... and closer... and closer... He sees the baggie and I am busted, handcuffed and sitting in the back of the car as he searches through my bag and pulls out a myriad of empty baggies with residue all inside, an obviously well-loved meth pipe, several empty lighters and a butane torch.
It was actually kind of humorous now that I look back on it because I knew I was fucked but I was still tweeking pretty hard so I wasn't really upset. The cop calls for backup and this giant black dude shows up and the first guy tells him to watch me really closely because 'she's been doing a lot of speed and she could jump up and disarm the both of us'. How flattering. It really sucked in jail because by this time I was full-on hallucinating. The floor was twisting and moving in waves, every time any of the doors opened or shut, which was almost constantly, the loud noise would have me jumping out of my skin. I could clearly see and hear some of my friends coming to rescue me and all the voices of everyone in the jail seemed to be either calling my name or talking about me. When they took a blood sample to make sure I didn't have some dreaded disease to give to everyone else the lady asked me when was the last time I had any fluids because I was so dehydrated she could not see my vein. The other women in the holding cell kept insisting that nobody was coming down the hall, those non-exsistant people were not talking to me and that I must be crazy. God, that really, really sucked.
I ended up only spending another 14-16 sleepless hours in jail and was released on a signature bond. My parents came to pick me up and they were fucking pissed- I come from this prefect white upper-class suburban family and this was totally unexpected. I was never even in the fucking priciple's office when I was younger.
I don't know about other states' laws, but in Georgia if there is enough meth to give a positive test, even residue, then it is enough smack your ass with a felony posession charge. Ouch. I got kicked out of college until next fall, a pretty sweet deal as I was caought on campus and everything. I haven't been to court yet, my arraignment is this Thursday so my ultimate fate is stll uncertain. I really don't want to go to prison!!
Yeah, so that was my story. Hope my stupidity and misfortune have been entertaining.
 
I got busted at my friends apartment on campus when all the sudden 8 squad cars show up. I knew major potheads were gonna be at this party so I show up there with about 50 bags ready to sell. I sold maybe 30 or so when the cops rolled up. I sprinted to the bathroom and flushed all the sacks. We all ended up getting searched and as luck would have it, the pig found the tiniest nug of weed in my pocket. It was enough for them to become really suspicious and everyone ended up getting searched, even the house and the cars parked in front of it. The cops even got campus police to find all the cars in the parkinglot without college registration stickers so they could search the cars of anyone who was at this party. As for me, I parked my car off campus on a street with dozens of other cars and said I was sleeping over my friends dorm (good thing since I had another quarter stashed in the car just in case business was good).
I was charged with was underage consumption of alcohol, public intoxication, obstruction of justice, and possession of false identification. I had a lawyer drop all the charges except the underage consumption. I got "unofficial" probation since my lawyer was in bed with the prosecuter and it basically meant for 6 months I couldn't get even a speeding ticket or the underage consumption charge would be formally applied. Total cost was bout $1200 for my lawyer.
 
Well heres my story. I was on the way back from hockey practice and my battery had died, so I had my friend jump start my car. While I am on my way I realized that my radio had gotten reset from the battery and I decided to try and set it back up. Well lucky me I was fixing the radio and I swereved. There just happened to be a cop around and he saw it. I got pulled over and they told me to get out of the car with my hands up. Well at that point they arrested me for reckless driving, WHICH IS BULLSHIT BECAUSE I SWEREVED ONCE, then since I had been arressted they had the right to search my car. Well since I was serving I knew I had bud in the car but I didnt tell them. Well eventually they get to my backpack and open it up and see my big freezer bag full of pot, 175 grams. As you can imagine I got charged for a felony possesion of pot also. I am still waiting to see what will happen to me. Dont know yet. PEACE
 
Well heres my story. I was on the way back from hockey practice and my battery had died, so I had my friend jump start my car. While I am on my way I realized that my radio had gotten reset from the battery and I decided to try and set it back up. Well lucky me I was fixing the radio and I swereved. There just happened to be a cop around and he saw it. I got pulled over and they told me to get out of the car with my hands up. Well at that point they arrested me for reckless driving, WHICH IS BULLSHIT BECAUSE I SWEREVED ONCE, then since I had been arressted they had the right to search my car. Well since I was serving I knew I had bud in the car but I didnt tell them. Well eventually they get to my backpack and open it up and see my big freezer bag full of pot, 175 grams. As you can imagine I got charged for a felony possesion of pot also. I am still waiting to see what will happen to me. Dont know yet. PEACE
 
Ok, here's the story about my first (and hopefuly last) time getting arrested.
Me and my friend were gonna go back to may place and waste the rest of the night with the blowtorch, some butter knives, and some killer bud, when one of our female friends called us up and asked us to match her in the local park. Now, we had smoked in the park hundreds of times without getting in trouble, but it is a pretty public place to puff.. Anyway, my friend, being the sucker that he is, agreed to match this chick in the park, even though she had way less weed than us.
We get there, whip out a huge blue bong and start toking, after we finish a cop pulls up, so we start to get outta there, we turn a around and another cop is behind us. We were lucky, they did not find the weed bag that we had left on the ground, but they did get the bongs, pipes, hotknives, and the torch, all which happened to be in MY backpack! Anyway, the cops here are tight-assed, and they took me in for all the paraphenallia (most of which wasnt mine), even though I'm pretty sure that's not legal. When they cuffed me, one of the cops asked my friends if I was 'the supplier'. We still laugh about that one.
 
Originally posted by Doctor Love:
Topic says it all, what's your story?
what's this have to do with Other Drugs. i.e. a question on Other Drugs. i'm perplexified.
*tickles dr. love* teehee
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You Suck, Dude. Nobody gives a rats ass about your stupid agenda.
I was arrested once about 6 years ago after a 10 day meth binge that left me wandering the streets in 15 degree weather with a track suit and a pair of sandals on. I'd been following the voices in my head for the last 36 hours, not eating, not sleeping, experienced severe meth psychosis and wound up in a car that didn't belong to me. Unfortunately, the car was parked in a secure lot. The security guard posted across the street knew the car belonged to one of his co-workers. When the cops showed up, I was too afraid to give my real name. I was booked on felony trespass and disorderly conduct. I spent 3 days in the city jail, followed by 10 days in the county jail because the asshole security guard decided to press charges. I definitely needed the recuperation time to sleep, eat (that shitty jail food) and regain my mental stamina. $700 in fines and 18 months of probation and all was good. Needless to say, I cool out on the extended binging and limit myself to 2 days maximum. Lesson Learned!
 
Me and a friend were printing bills off his computer. Anyway we gave some cash to a close friend. Well she got popped. So of course she snitches on me. So the cops are after me. I get popped with a few counterfit bills and some dank
 
^^^^^wow, it's not too often someone tries their hand at amateur counterfeiting.
anything drug-related? well, i've been busted for weed more times than i care to mention. i think the stories we should be telling are the ones about being smart enough to not get busted -- like the time me and my boy ed got searched on the ccsu campus and i had a 20 sack in my pocket. well, we got off scott-free and (even tho i was thuroughly searched) the 20 sack was never found. how? lemme tell ya'll something (and i'm not just trying to be funny here) LEARN MAGIC!!!! best time you'll ever spend. if you go to a magic store and buy a book about "slight of hand" and LEARN it, you will NEVER get busted by the cops again. TRUST!
disciple
 
You Suck, Dude. Nobody gives a rats ass about your stupid agenda.
haaaaaaaaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaaa ok.
this one time i was beating off with this beat off machine and this cop came up and started rubbing my balls and found the heroin in my anus and he whacked my shit after i shit myself with his dong and then i said hey don't whack my shit with your dong and then i cried and shaked and thats my story i don't like periods or punctuaions this forum is for questions on drugs and this is like a story thread and i don't care if anyone got arrested on here and nobody reads any other stories but my story was pretty good thank you later dudes.
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I've never been arrested (knocks on wood), but my room mate was arrested this morning at 9am. Here's his story:
A few days ago, I got back to campus after spending a weekend with some friends. He's on day two of a coke binge, so he decides that we do some more. We blow lines for the next four hours or so, then we dip into the OCs and percocet. We chill out for a while, then he wants me to take him to the dining hall and then to class. He goes to class, and falls asleep. This kid is a vey heavy sleeper, and when class ends, the prof. can't wake him so they call paramedics. Well, he wasout of his head and brilliantly took all his shit with him. He woke up in the ambulance. By that time the pigs ha aready found his 3 grams of weed and 1.5 grams of yay (in 3 bags) and $600. So this morning they came to the dorm and got him for possession of CDS wih intent to distribute.
He's always been the paranoid type, but this one stupid slip-up has him in a lot trouble. He's already on probation. He's looking at getting kicked out of school and probably doing 2 years. I feel so bad for the kid.
 
Me and my buddy decided to go smoke up in the forest nearby my house. So as we got to the forest, we started wlaking on the footpath. My friend says to me "yo, did you know that there are a lot of cops back here". I thought he was joking thinking to myself...how the hell could there be possibly cops in the forest...they cant get here. Well, what do ya know....we were walking down the path and I suddenly heard a car noise behind me. In a forest? what was I thinking, to my surprise, i turned around and noticed the cop car slowly cruising behind me. Playing it totally cool i started walking casually and acting as if nothing was wrong. Well, the cop obsviously thought differently. But i still couldnt understand how the hell the cop was driving on the walking path of a forest. So he winds down the window and asks us what we are doing back here. We had no real excuse, so we were saying we were taking a short cut. then he asked a shortcut to where? we couldnt answer him. He then got suspicious and asked us to empty our pockets on to the front of the car. Knowing this, I had a pipe and a $10 sack of weed and a pipe in my pocket. Fighting with my decisions as to show him the bud or not, I finally end up showing him the weed. He looks at it and gets my drivers license. He led me to the back of the cop car and sat me down. My friend was still standing outside. He asked me some quesitons like, how are my grades, do I do this regularly shit like that. Then he let me out the car....patted me down and found the pipe!...BUSTED again! He was really starting to get suspisous. My friend had a bunch of dime bags, the cop asked him and he said he found them....im not sure if he beleived that or not. Anyways, to cut this all short...the cop said to both of us...seeing that we are the only people in this forest and that no one else is around, he will confiscate our shit and not tell anyone or press charges. So he hooked us up and he probably gained a new pipe along with a free dime.
it was close, i was shitting my pants!
 
verbatim ReverendLenny:
this one time i was beating off with this beat off machine and this cop came up and started rubbing my balls and found the heroin in my anus and he whacked my shit after i shit myself with his dong and then i said hey don't whack my shit with your dong and then i cried and shaked and thats my story i don't like periods or punctuaions this forum is for questions on drugs and this is like a story thread and i don't care if anyone got arrested on here and nobody reads any other stories but my story was pretty good thank you later dudes.
I can't decide if this is awesome or worthless. I know it's nowhere inbetween the two.
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It got busted 2 years ago after a night of tweeking and dealing..At that time I was a small-time dealer of ampethamine.I sold 5 grams I borrowed that night and went to borrow 5 more.After that was done,I went to a techno-party-thing where DJ Jean played(I think,don't remember) without taking the 5g with me of course. But after being in there for 30 minutes I had to go outside to sell a gram to a friend of mine.As I went to the place I had stashed the speed I thought "maybe I should only bring the 1 gram I'm actually going to sell,instead of all 5 grams and the money I've made tonight?"..Somehow my reply was "naw.." and when I met my friend and sold him a gram a cop arrives with this drug dog.I had been snorting lines all through the night and was really jacked up,but somehow I responded to the situation with extreme calmness,at least compared to how I thought I would behave.When I got put in a cell I couldn't go to sleep so I stared(don't laugh) dancing for myself,having my own little rave or whatever in my cell..That should've been quite..disturbing to watch :)
The funny thing was that even though I got caught as close to the actual sale as possible,my friend dropped his gram onto the ground and none of us was busted for posession of it,the money I got caught with I later got back(with interest!) and I somehow only got charged with posession and not sale! :D
Weedar
PS:I had 4 grams on me,but only got busted for posession of 3,642 grams..how's that for accuracy for ya! :)
 
Wow... after reading all of these, I kinda feel inadequate, but here goes nothing...
I had been trying to quit selling drugs for a while 'cause I was doing up either a) all of my profits or b) just way to much to be good for me. I finally decided to slang some acid because I knew I wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole.
Some really good and cheap yellow gel tabs had been coming around, so I made my way into meeting the hookup and all of that jazz. For about 2 weeks or so, everyting was good.
Out of the blue, one of my good friends called me looking for a sheet for one of her friends. I called my boy and it was all good... but then I looked at the clock and realized that I would probably miss 4:20 because of this deal. This is where everything goes really wrong.
I called her back and told her it would have to wait, but her boy was in a hurry. Not wanting to miss 4:20, I called my boy and got him to front it to me so I could be home for 4:20 and just bring him the money back later. I picked up the sheet around 3:35 and headed home (it was only a 2 or 3 minute drive).
No sooner do I get in my house and pack up a bowl, I hear a knock on my door. One of my friends went to answer it, and all I hear is my door getting thrown open. 2 DEA agents, without warrants or anything, come in with guns drawn.
They proceed to frisk everybody and check for weapons before asking questions. Aparantly they had been watching my boy for a while and they knew everything about him. They had a phone tap, pictures of them leaving and stuff, a diagram to the inside of their apartment (even showing where the doses were kept)... they knew it all. They decided to bust him that day @ 4 PM, and they followed everybody home from his place that day and busted them too.
If I had only waited to do the deal after 4:20, none of this would have happened.
I had a whole bunch of pot (2+ oz's), maybe an 8-ball of coke, my scale, my 2 foot glass bong, and my baggies all on the coffee table with the acid. The cops handcuffed everybody and started reading us our rights before they got around to questioning us. They asked me about what all the drugs were, etc., and then asked me if I had any more acid. I was honest and told them no, and then things got really wierd.
The one officer got on his radio and said that they siezed a sheet from us and that we had other drugs (he read off the list), but his superior told them to take the acid and go. The cops unhandcuffed us, tore up the paperwork they had started and left. What did they take with them... nothing but the acid.
I don't know how I got so lucky, but I have a feeling that some of it had to be the fact that they didn't have a warrant. They even admitted they didn't have one when I asked to see it. Does anybody out there know if me being seen in a known drug location that had sold to undercovers before is enough to justify probable cause to search my residence?
Anyway, that is my only drug-related bust story, and I'm very thankful that it ended the way it did. I think the worst thing about the whole situation is that the cops didn't take off until 4:21, so I missed 4:20 anyway.
 
Well it would be probable cause in the sense if they asked for a warrant the judge would grant one. However, the courts probably wouldn't hold up them just busting in their and the case would probably be thrown out.
 
First i'll answer this question and then off to my great story.
Does anybody out there know if me being seen in a known drug location that had sold to undercovers before is enough to justify probable cause to search my residence?
Actually no, that usually isn't enough for a judge to sign a search warrent. And no the police don't have the right to barge in given that situation. It takes quite a bit to gain a serch warrent, as it is a major invasion of privacy. They almost have to know you have something inside.
My "little" drug escapade -- ha little
At the end of June I answered the door to find several members of a Federal organized crime task force in full gear waiting for me. It consisted of the DEA/ATF/FBI/State BI/local police and A couple others who I didn't really notice what agency they might represent. I was asked if I wanted to start talking and I immediately lawyered up on them.
I was taken to the FBI building here in town where I was processed and got to watch 5 more of my friends walk through the door in cuffs. At exactly two o-clock they took down all six of us at different locations each with about 12 guys a piece on them.
I am now federally indicted for Conspiracy to Distribute more than 5 kilograms(the maximum amount) of a substance and mixture containing marijuana, MDMA, and cocaine.
There are 15 total on my indictment. This was part of a two year investigation and there are spinnoffs of this case happening throughout the US. Please understand that I can't discuss any of my alleged involvement. I do have tons of experiance with the system and the laws as well and a great knowledge of most drugs from a side not many might see.
Anyway, that's my little drug story.
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