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Getting pinched... is it inevitable?

To a MOD: I hope you don't remove this because the biggest harm to the average drug user comes from the war on drugs itself. Therefore, helping people avoid arrest reduces the possible harm they may encounter if they are busted for drugs. Also, I consider this simply to be methods to get drugs home safely as that is all I am advocating. This is the equivalent of Barry Cooper's Never Get Busted for Pills (pretty sure I saw a youtube link to the Pot version posted in cannabis discussion). Thank you for considering this before you decide whether or not to delete this post.

Due to the level of detail one might assume that both of these scenarios actually took place.

Getting pinched is not necessarily inevitable. It is the way you conduct whatever illicit behavior you choose to involve yourself in.

For example, a person goes and buys pills from someone on the street corner. Let's say oxy ir 30 mg #20.

Leaving the area, a police officer (who has no knowledge of the purchase) pulls you over with the intent of completely searching you/your car (because you are in high drug activity area) and lets just say he has probable cause to do so (or more likely does not care about your constitutional rights and is going to fuck you over) for the sake of this scenario.

You are fucked, you cannot eat that many pills because they will rapidly release and cause an overdose.

Wrong, you are not fucked because you were smart and stopped at a gas station and bought a coffee before copping with the idea that if you get pulled over you will drop the pills in the coffee they will rapidly dissolve and without being really smart (most of them aren't) the police officer will never figure out that there is 600 mg of oxycodone dissolved in the coffee. You go home measure out the coffee into doses and enjoy. If it was me I might even think about sipping on it in front of him and tell him how great it is.

Another scenario, this time with extended release pills.

You are going to buy 3 80 mg OP's from a dealer. For this scenario I will say you are actually going to a dealers house to purchase.

In this case three 80's swallowed will not overdose you, but you are buying three days worth to maintain your addiction and cannot afford to swallow all three at the same time.

You buy the pills and you carefully knot them in the corner of a name brand baggie (ziploc, don't trust generic baggies to not bust) 3 separate times. Also, don't swallow more than you can handle if the bags were to burst. People have died from that shit before and it is a serious matter. What this means is that you come back later to get more. Be smart.

Before leaving the dealer's house you cheek the pills in-case you get detained by the police, and get in your car to drive home.

You make it all the way to your street and are two blocks from your house when you pass a police officer with a car pulled over. You think fuck it he is busy he is not messing with me but you keep them cheeked anyway. You finally make it to your house and pull over to open your driveway gate.

Get out of the car walk to the gate and as soon as you put your hand on it you hear: "Hey, you, come over here" you calmly turn and realize it is the PO that had the car pulled over up the street. You calmy turn back around, swallow the bag containing your 80's, open the gate, and go to the police car.

PO:You know that window tint is illegal?
You:No (total lie), you have got to be kidding me, why don't you guys stop the stores from putting it on?
PO: We don't always enforce the laws and there are not laws against it everywhere.
You:Oh, whats the problem then?
PO: Nothing if you don't have any warrants or previous warnings for the tint. Give me your identification.
You:Here you go.
PO: you have previous drug charges, Approach With Caution, but no warrants. Can I search you and your car?
You: Sure thing, knock yourself out. (you know you have nothing, and you are smart enough to do a sweep of your car before you go cop).
PO: Well, you have never had a warning for the tint, so I am not going to ticket you for that. Here's your ID have a nice day.
You:Thanks officer, you too (in your head: fuck you you fucking dick eat shit and die).

Most people are likely to be nervous if they have something on their person or in their vehicle that can be found. By swallowing the baggie with the 80's you exhibit no anxiety whatsoever, AND, you, without any hesitation, tell the cop he can search whatever he likes because you know there is nothing to be found.

If there was any hesitation whatsoever or sign of anxiety (because the drugs are in your pocket or vehicle) a search is highly probable and is probably going to happen 95 out of 100 times if you tell him "no, I want to exercise my constitutional right to refuse a search". Drug dogs will be there, and they will either alert on their own or the handler will use his code word which tells the dog to alert even though nothing is possibly there.

So continuing the scenario: the cop leaves, you go in your house, eat frosted mini wheats, take ex-lax, and wait for the drugs to come out the other end. Or, you make yourself throw them up if it has been 30 minutes or less since you swallowed them. You opt for the shitting it out. The next morning you take a nice dump fish out your bag and wash it off with soap and water. The first and second bags are discolored the third is as clear as when you pulled it from the box. You take out your pills and ingest them in your preferred fashion.

Both of these options can be done in a variety of different manners with a variety of user quantity substances, edit them to fit your needs.

In conclusion: Be smart, you do dumb things and you will get caught. If you always play it smart the cops wil never be able to catch you slipping. Always evaluate the risk of any action before you take it and minimize the risk to your self however possible. If it is simply too risky THEN DON'T DO IT!!!!!!

If you deal drugs, good luck (and I mean it), everytime you go out you have a 50 50 chance of getting hemmed up. Even with hidden compartments and all that kind of shit a determined cop will find what you have. My advice to them is to only transport what you are willing to do the time for (even if that means more than one trip). I would rather be busted with 5 pounds of weed instead of twenty. Also, watch out for snitches because that is the number one way you are going to get busted. Cops love to catch a user, tell them how shitty jail will be, and then tell the they can walk away right now if they call and make a buy for them while wearing a wire. I have seen this happen so many times it is unreal. However, if you want that fast money and you are addicted to the hustle you are going to do it anyway, so just realize you may be caught tomorrow, next week, next year, or never. It really is a crap shoot.
 
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Bill said:
No matter what kind of ghetto ass neighborhood I was in I would always try to be fully alert and not have any paraphernalia on me at all and I would just intend on eating my dope if I saw the blue lights in my rear view.
Like I said I always tried to make sure I never had any paraphernalia on me and this is a plus not being an IV user because they pretty much have to carry there rigs where ever they go. It would suck to have eaten all the dope and then get busted on some stupid shit for a rig or residue in a straw or whatever.

Like others have said too, I always tried to have a story already formed in my head so at least I had somewhat of an alibi. But at least for me I never really had to go into the real bad bad neighborhoods because it's not really like that around here anymore. Most dealers give you phone numbers and they meet you in a more busy place out of the hoods and you just jump in there car or whatever real quick and then you're gone. Luckily though I fucked around with shit for a while and never was even pulled over going to get shit, I'm a very good and cautious driver imo and I think this helps alot

But I mean what could they do if I ate my half gram? Nothing right, even if I'm in a bad neighborhood I would have just said I'm meeting my gf over here because she works or something in this area and I think I would have been let go
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Yeah man, I've had some real close calls due to IV use. There is nothing worse than being the only white boy on the block, standing around, "talking on the phone", and fiddling with his pocket to make sure his syringe isnt poking out. I remember once I copped a bundle and it was Halloween night so there were lots of undercovers driving around. I was so scared that I was going to get picked up BEFORE I even copped. Anyway, I got my drugs, so I had heroin and cocaine wrapped in a napkin and shoved between my cheeks, as well as a cooker and a syringe stuffed into my pocket (really playing it cool) with so many q-tips it was like a cotton farm down there. So I finally get back to the train station, and there are litterally about 15 police cars parked around it. I was freaked out but I played it cool and walked down like it was no big deal. I got down into the station and started waiting for the train when I realized that I couldn't feel the napkin with my drugs stuffed between my ass cheeks any longer.

Sure enough, the dope had fallen down from my ass so I checked in vein to see if it had landed somehow in my socks or in my shoes. When it wasn't there either, I knew it must be on the floor and I was flipping out. There was a cop across me on the opposite side, and I tried to casually walk up and down the platform, glancing at the ground to find my bundle. After five minutes of being tormented with some of the most malicious attacks of self hatred, I spotted a little bunch of bags held together with a rubberband. I knelt down and pretended to tie my shoe, and threw the bundle deep into my sock so it was sandwiched between my ankle and the wall of my sneaker. Seconds later the train came, and with it...liberation!
 
I go to school blazed off my ass every day... then at lunch I leave my closed campus through the front door, walk home and get even higher, then go back. Everyday.

Been smoking weed at school for 3+ years, had one or two close calls, but I always talked my way out of it. I think everyone just knows Im a functional stoner, the security lets me be.
 
When I was much, much younger (had smoked mj once, never tried alcohol or anything else) I had a bowl on me as well as cigs. I was hanging out with some friends in an apartment complex parking lot. We were just chatting when out of nowhere, 2 cops come around a corner. They asked us all for our ID's and then told us about car break ins in the complex and asked if we knew anything about it. I played it completely cool in relation to the bowl because for some reason, I thought because it was a friends bowl, I wouldn't get in any trouble. The friend wasn't with me and I wasn't thinking I was going to blame it on him, I just thought I'd be fine (16 y/o logic lol) I was on probation however (for non-drug related reasons, in fact, I never touched even cigarettes until I got on, I got on for arguing with my gma, no shit)

So anyways, because I wasn't nervous, I didn't even get patted down or anything luckily.

However, last summer, I got stopped and got caught with enough weed to make a couple newspapers. It was such bullshit how I got stopped. I think its luck in all honesty. Recently, a friends dad who has NEVER once even been busted got caught and he's 51 years old. I'm guessing he thought he'd never ever get caught but even at that age, you can still get in trouble. Of course, I'd guess that it is less likely to be stopped and questioned at that age (esp. in his case as he is clean cut and very normal looking) as opposed to say someone my age, around 20 y/o.

There are definitely precautions to take but I know of someone who got probo for a year for a stem and a seed. Of course this guy isn't very bright but really? He didn't even have any smokeable pot on him. I know that stems/seeds are still illegal but it just seems like they were after him. I have a friend that got stopped on 420 and didn't know there was a blunt roach in his car. The cop was really cool and stomped it out but I know that is definitely a 1/100000000 chance in the south.

I'll never get into moving stuff again, it is way too risky and its much easier to get caught when you have drugs on you on a much more regular basis than a casual user-even then, it would be easy to just swallow, say, a capsule of MDMA versus eating like...several oz. of weed.

As bad as this sounds, I'd certainly rather be under the influence of an individual dose of a drug while driving rather than getting arrested and going to jail for possession of something. Even then, you can pull over somewhere very near and ask a friend to pick you up whereas if you're going to jail, there are no options really.
 
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maxalfie said:
I have been using heroin for around 11years or so now and touch wood I have never even come close to being arrested,never even been stopped and questioned or searched either.
I never score off the street though always phone my dealer and arrange a time to meet at his place or mine.
I have been lucky so far I just hope it continues like that.
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I haven't been copping for that long but same here dude. Knock on wood but I call and meet in a non open-air area. Closed-air if you will. If you are living a street life, and you do crimes regularly like rob/theft you are guaranteed to get caught up eventually. I know plenty of people who work a normal job, and get their dope delivered or do call and meet. The only way they would get busted would be #1 getting REALLY unlucky and somehow a cop coincedentally is around you when you do the deal and witnesses it, #2 more likely, your dealer is being watched/phone tapped and you get busted buying from him

If you regularly cop in dope downs like around here we have Newark, Jersey City, Paterson, and you are white, you look very out of place which works against you. This results in a higher arrest rate for white addicts (which BL is primarily made up of I beleive). But still, you can last for years in those towns if you do it right. I know someone who cops in Paterson every day multiple times a day, call and meet not just random surfing for a connect, and he has yet to get arrested. I feel like when you put your self at risk every single day sometiems twice you are ognna bit the bullet eventually.

Actually this was really weird..This story is about one of my friends. One day he was copping in Paterson and he gets home, his mom is pissed and tells him Paterson Police just called and said your son was seen in a known drug area loitering with intent to purchase a cds, tell him not to come back or he will be arrested. At first he was thining maybe it was a joke. The weird thing was the police called his mom.. but then it clicked, he had been arrested once before in his moms car for a DUI, and I guess they had her telephoen number on file from the DUi case or it was publically listed, and when the cops ran his places to check for any outstanding shit they saw he had a prior paterson drug related DUi and called his mom.

I think thats cool but also fucked up, on one hand the police couldhave arrested him right there as soon as they seen him cop.. because if they saw his place and all that they must have witnessed the transaction (obviously his dealer was being watched). Also, in NJ cops can give a loitering with intent ticket as well which is a misdemeanor i beleive.. and a hefty 1k+ fine. But instead they told his Mommy.. which I think is lame. They should have just warned him directly. But it still surprised me shit like that can happen.
 
Swain said:
I know plenty of people who work a normal job, and get their dope delivered or do call and meet. The only way they would get busted would be #1 getting REALLY unlucky and somehow a cop coincedentally is around you when you do the deal and witnesses it, #2 more likely, your dealer is being watched/phone tapped and you get busted buying from him.
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I'm surprised nobody brought this up before. You guys do realize that suburbanite druggies do exist and there is practically zero heat surrounding their drug use.. right? Granted, they're usually weekend warriors who hold a steady job and a mortgage, but I know college professors and doctors who won't hesitate to bust out the mirror and do a fat line on a Friday night, and the thought of cops harassing them never even crosses their mind.
 
I'm surprised nobody brought this up before. You guys do realize that suburbanite druggies do exist and there is practically zero heat surrounding their drug use.. right? Granted, they're usually weekend warriors who hold a steady job and a mortgage, but I know college professors and doctors who won't hesitate to bust out the mirror and do a fat line on a Friday night, and the thought of cops harassing them never even crosses their mind.
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True that. I use to live in a pretty nice part of Seattle (actually not Seattle proper but an edge city called Bellevue) and there were tons of these types of druggies. Cops would never give them crap because they were all rich and well dressed and drove fancy cars. The thought of cops giving them any trouble rarely if ever even entered their minds.

However if you drive around in a shit car and look like a hobo the cops would come down on you hard even if you're just some regular joe who just drinks beer and smokes cigarettes. It has a lot to do with appearances I'd say. If you don't look like a druggie then you won't get treated like one most of the time.

This is my close call story in that town.

Me and a good friend of mine were driving around a place called Clyde Hill (Bill Gates has a house in that neighborhood :\) and we smoked a bowl while driving around looking for a friends house. My friends car was a total piece of shit in a neighborhood where the crappiest car you would find is an older model BMW. Needless to say we got pulled over.

My friend had a pipe and I had two baggies of shrooms in my backpack. He said he smelled the pot and searched us finding everything except the shrooms. The cop comes back and asks us if we had anything he didn't find because he was gonna go through our shit more thoroughly.

I figured fuck it he was gonna find them anyway, so I told him about the shrooms. Sure enough he brings them out for me to see and tells me that we could be charged with a felony and what not. I listened patiently while freezing my ass off (it was in the middle of winter) as he looked over our IDs and lectured about the dangers of drugs.

He called me over to have a talk with him. He asked me about what we were doing there. I said we were looking for a friends house yaddy yadda. Then I mentioned that my Uncle use to be a cop and I think that might have have had some sort of effect on what was to come. Because after I mentioned that he told me to empty out my bag of weed and shrooms unto this lawn and bury them in mud. Then he made us step on our pipe and crush it.

Afterwards he gave us back our IDs said something I will never forget. "You guys look like good kids so I'm gonna let you guys off. But don't you ever fucking come back to this neighborhood."

To this day I haven't been back and that was like 6 years ago. Fucking scariest encounter with a cop I have ever had.
 
That's actually pretty nice, for a cop^.

When I got busted, fucking five huge cops rushed me against a brick wall and started screaming "Where are the drugs! WHERE ARE THE FUCKING DRUGS!!!"I wasn't even resisting or anything, and I don't look like any sort of menace, I'm tall, weigh about 125 lb's and look like a geek to be completely honest, but I was treated like I was some crazed rapist..
 
^Damn dude that fucking sucks.

I guess cops are different wherever you go. There is no tried and true method of avoiding getting pinched other than not doing drugs at all I guess. That or luck. There are always the lucky ones who get through life on an easy ticket.
 
I don't know if it's so much how you look as where you are; I mean, I live in a relatively small, suburban town that's mostly middle class and white. To cop dope, I need to go into the city where the population is mostly black, living below the poverty line, where there's lots of gang violence and whatever else...

In the city, cops simply have better things to be doing than busting drug users. If they wanted to bust a couple drug addicts and slap them with possession charges, then they could do that any night of the week, all night long. I'm sure that they know where everyone goes to cop dope, the neighborhoods that are hot and whatever.... but they just don't seem too interested in all that small shit.

But in my small little suburban town where the most excitement our cops see is a fender bender every once in a while... hell, if the cops pulled me over and found a couple bundles on me, they'd be celebrating, thinking that they must have busted a drug dealer. Yeah, they'd be peeing their panties over that shit... and then you're gonna get the book thrown at you for sure.
 
yeah, getting pinched is inevitable. I feel like for the amount of shit i've gone through, I didn't really make too many mistakes and instead put my trust in the wrong people and happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

A couple years ago I got a possession charge for weed. I lived in the dorms freshmen year and it was sketch to smoke in the room so we would always go outside and generally tried to be really careful. My idiot room mate who was new at smoking weed thought it would be a good idea to smoke in the room. I didn't want to the the dickhead that told him to stop and I hated him anyways (we never really talked) so I took my jar of weed and went across the hall to my friends room to avoid any sort of trouble. 10 minutes later a cop knocks on the door saying he smelled weed. We had been rolling a spliff but I knew he smelled the smoked weed from my room, not the fresh weed in the room I was in. The cop found my weed and I had to take credit for it, my dumbass room mate never got in trouble at all, but I remember telling him if he ever smoked in the room again and fucked me over I would fuck him up. Godamn I hated that kid. I just find it ironic that by trying to avoid trouble, I got fucked.

I also got fucked a couple months ago. After racking up a couple possession charges, I was determined to stay out of trouble. I have a house now and only smoke in my room by myself. I'm really careful about everything and never even bring weed/other drugs on me when I leave the house. My biggest mistake was living with drug dealers. Both my roommates sold coke/other assorted drugs and I trusted them completely. Cops got a warrant from my roommate selling coke to an undo and woke me up one morning with guns in my face screaming for me to show them my hands. I had a half g of MDMA and a half bar of xanax (the MDMA had been purchased the night before, and somebody had given me half a bar the night before too but instead of eating it I thought I would save it for the MDMA comedown) in my weed jar. They didn't arrest me right away though.Later, the same dumbass roommate took my car and lied about where he was going and got caught buying 2 zips of coke. I know that was why they took me to jail after that, because it had been a couple months and I was pretty sure I had gotten off since they knew I wasn't selling anything.

Moral of the story: never live with drug dealers unless you're prepared to be implicated in their shit and never fucking trust a soul because even when you do drugs by yourself in your room (really, is there a way you can do drugs more carefully than that?), you can still get fucked
 
My only criminal charge is a bitch. I'm in withdrawal so fucking bad, but somehow I drive 200 miles to portland to pick up. I get to ptown, go straight to the dealers, get a ball, and go STRAIGHT to my place in portland ( I was working at a legal weed op down south) and smoke like a ten piece so I am AT LEAST FUNCTIONAL. My mom stops me from smoking more by telling me she'll buy me gas if I just follow her to the gas station. Any junkie will take anything for free, so I follow her out of the house and within 50 ft notice a gnarly fucking wasp in my car. And what do you know, trying to get this fucker out my car I swerve and wreck my shit. Cops come, search my shit, find nothing but a pipe for weed but make me go to the hospital get checked out, where they take my blood and urine. Of course I fail for 6-MAM, get DUII Heroin and now I'm almost done dealing with my rehab shit to get done with all of that. What's tight is that DUI heroin is a misdemeanor while posession is a felony, so leaving the ball at home really saved my ass there. Especially when I got home that night all fucked up from a car accident, my BMW totaled and my family so pissed at me, you bet I smoked most of that to my face that night... Just like everyone's saying, you can do everything right and the shittiest event will put you on your ass.
 
Drug Culture, feels good to be back...

Anyways, if you play in the game you're gonna get got eventually. I thought I was untouchable, ran with a reliable circle bought from an older gentlemen with a sum total of three clients and sure enough someone snitched me out. You have to realize that for the civilians who are talking it's nothing personal, but they don't want to have to deal with it. As for the rest of the people here it's just part of being a dope fiend. Use, sell, whatever long enough, you will catch a case.
 
the only time i ever got in trouble with the police was when i was 14 and it was an underage tobacco possession ticket. i'm 20 now and i had a pipe in my car during a wreck but they just made me break it, since then i do not drive with paraphernalia... another time i got kicked out of a club for giving a molly to my friend but the cop just let me go because they were looking for dealers. i've been lucky... never even been pulled over for anything.
 
I think a big factor is how you live your life, how you present yourself, and what you do in the community.
If you have a bad name for yourself in town, cops will remember you.
The cops in my town like me :D
 
xstayfadedx said:
I haven't yet..... (knock on wood) when I usually cop I'm either getting from a buddy. Or even copping with my friend who's a mom and has a car seat in the back so cops never really think we have a brick in our car lol (she doesn't have her kid all the time but I'm not judging).
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i guarantee you there is no cop dumb enough to believe that. iirc you are in philly and let me tell you, i have a buddy who is a cop in either the 24th or 25th, i can never keep it straight, and he busts assholes with kids every fucking day.

let me repeat this: every fucking day.
 
I've never gotten charged or arrested for any drug related offense, but I've been let off with a couple warnings. Mostly for minor cannabis possession, etc. If you are discrete about your activities and make a point not to carry paraphenalia (If it happens to be illegal) or drugs around when not absolutely necessary, like not forgetting your sevens of weed in your pocket when you go to the store for munchies, or not carrying your bottle of amphetamine going *rattle rattle rattle* on your speed-fueled walks, you're pretty much safe.

it gets more complicated when you have a car, but the same as said above applies there too.

I begrudgingly learned that if I don't wear my hair in Liberty Spikes, nor my blue Shelly combat boots, nor my a tattered plaid pair of fatigues, and if I take the safety pins out of my face, to my delight I seemlessly slip into the fold of "Regular Society" and get a hell of a lot less flak from authoritarian types. It's not abandoning your individuality, it's cloaking yourself so you can do your damage unnoticed.
 
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