You use "outfits" when going into an open-air market to cop...ie dressing like process server/softball player(where is the game sir? I'm lost), and a few more...all because you just know today is the day you're going to be pulled over and not have a somewhat legit reason for being in the area.
hahahahaha yo--its funny to me cuz this is the only post related to the paranoia *I* know about in this thread . Good looks on takin it there-it aint gotta be just for the meth heads and stoners (hey, i aint hatin, I used to be one, but thanks alot probation-anyways) it can be for us dopeheads too, we definatly got the paranoia game on lock too..
I can related to the "outfits" thing, In the past when i was involved in shit that I already been convicted for, so I aint incriminating a damn thing, I use to dress up in business type clothing sometimes. i mean shit, I "was" doing "business" of some kind, and i always did considered myself a businesswoman, saleswoman, watever, so it fits, kinda.
anyways, Really, it was just my court clothes that i would wear, cuz thats the only "nice" clothes I had, but i would put on like the nice fitting black dress pants, a plain white shirt with a nice looking jacket over it, do my hair up nice and put on some heels....I dont know why i thought that if i drove around lookin like some young desk-bitch from a office I would be less likely to get caught considerin the whip i was pushin was busted and all kinda fucked up and messy. SMH....
I did earn a lifetime of paranoia from that life tho, and to this day as a 100% clean livin boring-ass "normal" person now, i still find my self checkin the rearview and pickin out the "undercovers" that I see..The thing is, Im usually right. So paranoia aint always a bad thing. you need to use it to ur advantage and not let it ruin your nerves, thats all.
Anyways,
As far as COPPIN goes....I would come up with such elaborate-ass shit....Hiding places that came fully involved with a back story,
You know you paranoid when you think of some shit like THIS:
A few years ago, some of my dealers was right near by a lil strip mall with a C-Town (the ghetto supermarket that they only have in the hood ). So my plan was that I would go to C-Town and have my dealer meet me inside the store and then stay in the store and go food shopping.
Then while in the store after buyin the shit go into the bathroom with the bags and like, open up the loaf of bread and take half the loaf out and hollow out a little hole in the middle of a couple of the pieces and put the dope inside, then put the other half of the loaf back in covering it, and tie the bag tight so its just a loaf of bread.
Or this one is even better and even more created by paranoid fear:
buy a box of cereal and carefully take the bag out of the box upside down-like open the bottom flaps instead of the flaps on top of the box without tearing the flaps or nothing.
Then once the bag is out, go to the bottom end of it and cut a inch or two slit with a razor, and slip the dope in and mush it around for a while until its totally lost inside the cereal somewhere at the bottom of the bag.
Then seal up the hole real quick with some tape and a lighter to make it as natural as possible, slide the bag back into the box with the un-cut side up. Then use super glue or somethin to glue the flaps on the bottom of the box back together carefully so it dont look like it been fucked with at all.
Then put the groceries back in your bag with your cereal box all casual and shit and go outside and even if you get stopped AND searched on the way home, your shit is inside a SEALED, UNOPENED box of Lucky mutha fuckin Charms.
THAT is how you know you paranoid--when you come up with schemes like this everytime you go to cop...and even if you never use them, just the fact that you COME UP with the shit to begin with--you paranoid.