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Horror Stories when Copping off the Street

Sorry if that wasn't clear, we were getting high in the bushes. The prostitue thing was a cop seeing me leaning in a car window doing a drug transaction.

They know drug users will embrass themselves rather than get in trouble.
 
thanks, didn't get it the first time, now I understand.

vry tru, I would have done almost anything to keep certain people from knowing about my drug use...
 
jr0k- That dude who popped out of the woods had probably been sitting there for a while observing the lot and saw you guys pushing the molly. Thank God it got moved.... holy shit that would have made your charges so much worse.

Oh yeah Cheese isn't allowed back into steamboat after those two shows.
 
here is a story about a personal revelation on life and drugs that happened about a year ago. note: I know some of the stuff I did/happened sounds really stupid, but I was acting in a sort of desperation only some would know.

well it was getting late and I had college/work all day so I could not call my dope dealer till like 7: 40ish. they usually close around 7: 30 and they would not meet me. I started fiending really bad for some H and on the way to my college like you can turn right or left. left is the way to my college and it's in a fairly decent area concerning urban Columbus, Ohio. well to the right it's prolly the worst "ghetto" on the east side of Columbus and when you hit these rail road tracks it gets pretty bad.

well I was just driving in the ghetto around 11ish real slow by a bunch of hoes and crackheads. well I was hard-core lookin' at people and finally I got the attention of a big crackhead woman and I drove up and and asked her if she knew where some diesel was. she said she did and we drove to someone's apartment. I only had $20 and I gave it to her and she went in the apartment. well she came back out and needless to say she didn't have any dogfood but she came back with $10 and a dime of crack. well, I was kinda pissed but I guess I just smoked the work anyways.

well, now I was trying to get the big black girl outta my car. she wasn't letting it happen and I drove her down the road. well she hollared at some tall lanky black dude and he got in my car on the seat behind me, before I could really react. well the big black woman next to me completely changed when her dude entered the car, like she was being violent and searching my car for valuable shit (I drive a shitty Honda Accord and there is a lot of junk in my car, NOTHING valuable) and I drove up to a heavy populated gas station and told them to get the FUCK out.

I was pissed at this point and this is when some shit went down.

these people were cracked out and all of a sudden the fat black girl next to me lunges for my keys. well I was a wrestler in high school and a college football player now, so I kinda like put my body in front of her and snapped her arm against her joint and took the keys. well she screamed and her buddy behind me got out and started kicking me after opening my door, while she was trying to get the keys out. I got outta the car and was screaming at him while he started punching me in the face. now I don't want to try to sound like a badass, but the punches for some reason, even all landed on my face and head, didn't really hurt. kinda funny, the whole time he was punching me I was screaming stuff like: "I don't wanna fight you/look at my shitty car I ain't got nothin' in there!" Well after the fourth punch I decided fuck it and went back into my car (he resumed kicking me again!!) and I picked up a glass SNAPPLE bottle and smacked him above the eyebrow with it. well blood gushed everywhere and he just ran off, I looked in the car and the fat woman was gone too. I was very paranoid right now, throughout the whole incident I was thinking one thing COPS. so I got in my little Honda and drove the hell off.

to the point of this topic: it gave me kind of a revelation on the way I looked at things. if those crackheads had a gun or a knife, no doubt in my mind they would have stabbed/shot me. next time I get a little dope sick I am gonna re-think my shit. I'm sure some of ya'll have had similar experiences when you realize the drug just isn't worth it.
 
OK then here we go

my brother and his boy where meeting up with C at this parking deck bottom story of a 4 floor parking deck... anyway C dont have a car or a license... so C borrowed my friends car and drove on C's permit... got there... met up with um... they bullshit for a minute and then he gos "go in the car and hit it... tell me if you like it and then we will see whats up" C gos into the car... rails the shit... says its good and hands my brother 100... then a cop comes around the corner with his gun drawn and tells everyone to stand still...

so my brother and C... being the punks they are.. turn around and walk away... get into the borrowed car... and start to drive off... another cop from out of nowhere comes and points the gun at the windshield and orders my brother out of the car... C stays in the car

they search my brother's boy and some yayo falls out of his pants... they cuff him... they find nothing on my brother.. he had ditched it in the car... they question C for 3 hours asking them to let them search the car... he says no for 3 hours... then they get the dogs (dont ask me why they waited 3 hours) the dog sniffs the car... smells the shit... and they cuff my brother... then they tell C he needs to pick a tow truck company to tow the car... and they arnt here to arrest people for little things like driving on a permit... C is 18 anyway..

so right before he picks the tow truck company... the car he is driving (my buddys car) is reported stolen because hes been gone for 4 hours... RIGHT before he gets arrested my buddy who owns the car and my other boy show up... and tell them they dont want charges pressed... and then they all drive stright to county and bail out my brother and his boy...

twisted story =/
 
I just broke 4 teeth and got robbed the story is gonnan be a bit vague coz i have to say i was in that kind of state of mind too and broke one of the copping harm minimisation rules for copping (never get high before ensuring your supply)

Well ok i was high , ethlmorphine (kind of codeine ) and some benzo and a bit of booze too

had been sober for a few months so it hit me a bit too hard.

First i met this guy with his gf who sold dope , he didn't llok like an user and seemed reliable however after a few mins he sais: drop it man your so high , it's too obvious don't want to risk it

after that i wandered around a bit more (was in the neighbourhood around the train station in luxemburg city.


try to get into a bar which is almost entirely black and the bouncer yells something at me and psushes me away and slams the door , so im like wtf







well anyway have to go now will edit and tell the story later
 
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shit when i was readin jr0k's story the first thing that popped into my head was "this mother fucker is a cop". like really, who the hell tells that big ass story n shit like that just for sum bud? then asks if u can make change? like daaaaaam. but i can see how u were tricked. that fucken sucks man
 
i was basically kidnapped once.

another time i got a gun held to my head
 
When I used to be a crackhead, I got the keys pulled out of my car and this Cleveland nigga was demandin my money. In Cleveland the nigga's don't fuck around. 3 months ago there was a white boy got shot in the head with a .45 and was left layin on the street in a pool of blood with a 20 dollar bill still in his hand. This was years ago but after many violent incidents, I learned to keep a steak knife in one hand while doin the deal with the other. It worked out. But Here in East Cleveland they only got 4 vice cops on patrol and the nigga's know it. It's open season down here right now. When I was in detox, I was in with a DEA undercover agent who got mixed up in the game and he told me this.
 
My buddy was out trying to score the other day. When he showed up at his usual spot, there were two kids he didn't know there. This by and of itself is not that out of the ordinary. It was the spot he had been using for a little while, and he hadn;'t had any problems so far, but he hadn't been going there for long enough to conceivably know everybody involved, so he got out of the car and walked up to them. He said what he wanted, handed over the forty bucks, and the other one pulled a gun out. They started laughing at him and fucking with him. He was trying to argue with them about how forty bucks wasn't worth it, how they would make so much more from him just being fair in the long run, how sick and broke he was, etc... but they weren't having it, so he started to walk back to his car.

On the way back to the car he heard one of the kids say, "I'm gonna waste this whiteboy, I don't like the way he looking at us"(or something similar). So needless to say he got a little worried, but kept walking back to his car to not show he was scared or whatever. The other kid started trying to dissuade the one with the gun from shooting him, but for whatever reason he seemed really intent on it. He opened the door to his car and got in, as he leaned forward to put the keys in the ignition, he looked back at them to see the gun still outstretched in the kids hand, pointed right at him, and as he turned the car on, BANG! Luckily the other kid wasn't so intent on an accessory to murder rap and was sort of able to knock the kids hand as he pulled the trigger. But still, the bullet hit the piece of metal dividing the front window from the back window, and my friend slammed the car into gear and peeled out.

He's lucky he's not dead. It's fucked up how shit like this can happen so seemingly out of nowhere and how the littlest difference can mean the world. Like if he hadn't been leaning forward to turn the key in the ignition, he would have been sitting right where the bullet hole is(It's a huge hole too, I saw him at the clinic the other day, he gave me a ride. it looks really bad, a huge bullet hole right where the driver sits). And out of all the times he's gone down there, where he's spent thousands of dollars, sometimes five hundred or more at a time, they choose to try and shoot you for forty? There's just so much shit that's not in your control. It sucks to have to cop on the street...

jr0k

btw. lee harvey, you were in detox with a DEA agent? that's hilarious. i wonder if you're an undercover DEA(or any other undercover agent for that matter) and you get addicted, are you at all penalized for it, or do they just accept that it's a potential occupational hazard? I understand if you're undercover you're going to have to do drugs in front of people sometimes, but could that possibly be enough to get you a habit? I'd imagine you;d have to be doing it on your own some too... I don't know. I imagine they at least pay for it.
 
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FYI: I'm the farthest thing from an informant or any type of law enforcement agent. This is how it happened. Originally, this DEA agent-turned-crackhead that I was in detox with said what they do is carry around their own stem, and through slight of hand, they switch the crack out for a chunk of B12 which looks, smells, and burns just like crack. He was good at his job, and honestly, I've never met a more intelligent person in my life. He was short and stout, about 5'9" 250lbs Black guy with thick eyebrows and deep penetrating eyes who is also a strict muslim - which made for quite stimulating conversation because it's also against his religion to drugs of any kind - even alchohol. This is how I found out about how East Cleveland only has 4 full-time vice cops which means, as he told me "it's open season on the white boys down there" He also told me about a homocide that recently occured where A white guy was found dead on the sidewalk in a pool of blood - shot in the head - and still clenching a crumpled $20 in his hand. He also told me the criminals know this. He told me that some of the cops are corrupt and gave out the DEA private comm channels so the bigtime dealers know when the agents are comming. He also said some cops actually escourt and protect dealers to their destinations.

I asked him once in the courtyard "So I always wondered what it would be like to be a cop and you bust a huge load of crack and cash, I would be so tempted to take it. Did you ever do that?" Let me tell you, that was the last time I ever asked anything like that again, he came down on me hard and got right up in my face, I mean I could feel his breath, and quickly it was broken up by the rest of the addicts. I think I struck a nerve, in fact, I might have hit on how he ended up there.

We were real good friends until that point, and he went around tellin everybody I "turned" on him. This was one cat that was so streetwise, you had to see him to believe him. When he spoke, I've never heard someone more articulately jab you with street talk. Big Con Game - but he was the real deal, real DEA. Bigger then life. I'll never forget his teachings.

So no, I'm not a cop or an informant. Let's not get a rumor mill started.
 
^I can tell you one thing for sure. That story about the kid that got shot in the head, still managing to have a 20 dollar note still clenched in his hand is not true.
After getting shot in the head it is not possible to be clenching on a 20 dollar note... this defies all laws of science. I can garauntee you that the 20 dollar note would not be very close to his body.
 
@lee Sorry, I worded that poorly. I was asking hypothetically, "I wonder if you're(as in someone, not you specifically) a DEA agent who gets addicted..." I was meaning to ask if an undercover agent who ends up getting addicted to drugs through having to do them to perform his job would be penalized through his job for it in anyway, or if they would just accept it as an occupational hazard. I in no way meant to imply that you yourself were a cop by any means. Sorry for the confusion... Thanks for the stories from the guy though.
 
jr0k said:
I understand if you're undercover you're going to have to do drugs in front of people sometimes, but could that possibly be enough to get you a habit? I'd imagine you;d have to be doing it on your own some too... I don't know. I imagine they at least pay for it.
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Funny you mention that. My dad once met a former undercover cop who did a lot of work in Montana busting meth cooks/dealers. My dad asked him if he had ever had to do meth to keep undercover, and he said nope, he never had. He said that once a guy put a gun to his head, threatening to shoot him if he didn't do some with him, but he talked his way out of it, saying that he was on parole and that if his drug test came up positive, he'd be back in prison for several years.
 
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^I can tell you one thing for sure. That story about the kid that got shot in the head, still managing to have a 20 dollar note still clenched in his hand is not true.
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You might be right, this is what the DEA guy told me, I have no way to back it up but he said it happened in broad daylght and the cops were on the scene fast which might account for the 20 still being there. Most rational people stay way clear of a body with a hole in it's head and a pool of blood. most people would steer way fucking clear of that even if there was a stack of bills. There were many more details he told me about the story because he works with the Cleveland cops. This is what they told him, and it was the thing that everyone was talking about how amazing it was that he still had the 20 in his hand.

But somehow you're telling me straight up this is not true. That's interesting.
 
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