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GernBlandston

This is a long story, but it happened to me, and its worth the read ....

When I was 16 years old (in the 70's), I used to sell weed to my friends. I was
not a big dealer, just 5-10 kinda stuff. One of my best friends who's mom was
on the city council found his weed. Rather than confront her son, she set up an
undercover operation that involved finding a very young looking cop and
building a friendship with her son (my friend). Once they managed to build
some trust the undercover cop accompanied my friend to my house where he made
a number of sales. After a few times (many weeks), the undercover cop
started buying from me directly. Over a period of about a month he started
to ask for larger and larger quantities, that I could not cover. Finally he
asked me if he could score a couple of pounds which was way out of my league.
At first I told the guy to get lost, but he was willing to pay me a
ridiculous amount of money (about $2500), and being a stupid teen and
basically greedy, I agreed to set up a buy for this guy. After all I could
make money just for ushering the deal ...

On the day of big buy, I thought I was being so careful, parking about 10
blocks away, walking through a parking ramp, across several busy streets
all as to not disclose the location of my buyer. Being a stupid teen I didn't
take notice of the loving couple walking about a block behind me, the
taxi that kept reappearing, and the men who seemed to be loitering in front
of the apartment building I was going to ...all who were very obvious after
the fact. When I arrived at my dealers apartment, everything seemed ok but
my dealer was acting a little out of character. I was in a hurry to get the
deal done with and he was stalling. After about 10 minutes of this crap I
pressed the issue and asked the guy what was going on. He looked at the phone
and then out the window and said that he was really sorry, but he had run
completely out of weed and was expecting his dealer to deliver the needed
substance any minute. He was apologizing for about the 3-4 time, when he
looked out the window and saw the guy pull into the parking lot. He didn't
want to spook the guy so he asked me to leave for a while as he did his
thing with his dealer ....

As I opened the apartment door to leave, I was startled to see a hallway
crowded with undercover cops and a man spinning around with a gun pointing
at my face. When I opened the door they were not expecting me and I think
I scared them as much as they scared me. For the rest of my life I will
never forget that moment. I have always had a tendency to bring my hands
up and hit when I am startled, a fact that my friends had learned the hard
way a few times, and with a gun in my face, that was what I did, I punched
the undercover cop hard. What makes the moment so memorable is that if this
cop had pulled the trigger as I hit him, I would have been dead. In retrospect, He pointed
the gun at me before identifying himself, and I did not feel that guilty about
hitting someone who I thought was going to rob or kill me.

The cops rushed into the apartment putting us all in handcuffs and quickly
whisking us off to the waiting black and white cars to take us downtown to
be processed. When I arrived at the police station I was taken into a small
room where I was left to contemplate how fudged I was. Being fall at the
time, I was wearing a jean jacket that had taken off and placed
over the chair across the room from me and sat down. After about 20
minutes of waiting in the quiet, by myself, a couple of cops came into my
room. They were very annoyed about something, and asked me to hand it over.
At first I didn't realize what the hell they were talking about and
instinctively I said, what are you talking about. About two seconds after
I said it I realized exactly what they were talking about. Sitting in the
inside pocket of my jean jacket was the $2500 of the cops money, and they
were not amused that they could not find it. The promptly asked me to
strip down to my underwear so they could search my stuff, which I did.
When they found nothing, they asked me to open the front and back of my
underwear so they could make sure I didn't stick the money up my ass or
something. All the time I knew the money was only a few feet across the
room tucked into my pocket. At this point they were really getting
pissed off and left the room. As the door shut I ran .. in my underwear
across the room, yanked the money out, and ran back with a wad of money in
my hand. All this took place in about a 3 second span, and about the time,
I got back to my side of the table, the door swung open and the cops walked
back in looking like they had just solved a murder mystery. Standing with
a wad of cash in my hand and feeling like I must have looked mighty suspicious
I very carefully stuffed the wad of cash in my shoe and put my cloths back
on. I heard one of the cops say, "yep I told you he was wearing a jacket"
and they began rummaging through my jacket. Moments later they were all pissed
again and I was like, hehe, fudge them. The time they were gone was so short I
dont think they believed I could have taken anything out of the jacket.

I sat there for about another 2-3 hours until my parents walked in to take
me home. My parents were disappointed that I would sell weed out of the house
but after 3 older brothers, they were not as mad as I thought they would be,
and said very little all the way home. When I got home, my head was spinning,
what had I done to my dealer, and to his dealer. Was his dealer a violent guy,
was I gonna get whacked .... you know dumb 16 year old stuff. I nervously
called a buddy of mine who knew me and my dealer and asked him how bad it was.
I expected that my dealer or my dealers, dealer would have lost a lot of
money that day, and I had hoped that I could used the $2500 of the cops money
to heal the pain.

What my friend told me completely blew my mind, and convinced me that I am
one of the luckiest people in the world. My dealer was actually down to the
point of using old roach clips to cop a buzz, because he was completely out.
The cops found nothing in his apartment other than the usual pipes,
baggies .... junk you would expect from your average pot head. His dealer
who he saw pulling into the parking lot moments before we opened the door
saw all the cops in the parking lot ... and imagine this, he drove right
through the parking lot and kept going. The cops ended up with no dope,
no money, a black eye, and nothing but the embarrassment of losing $2500
for what was a sting operation that lasted months. The best they had was me
a 16 year old kid selling pot as a minor to a cop.

Rather than press charges and suffer the humiliation of the disaster, they
let me off completely and totally free. And they let my dealer off with
simple possession, which was a small fine, that I agreed to pay for him,
with the cops money .... of coarse. I never dealt again and was way
more cautious after that, as I figured I had used my share of dumb luck for
at least a decade or two. One last twist in the plot still awaited me, about
8 years after all this went down, I ran into the same cop in a child birth class
at the local hospital, while our respective wives were pregnant. I will
remembered this guy the rest of my life as the image of a gun pointing in my
face is a hard one to shake, but this guy had not a clue who I was. Here I
stole $2500 from him, I had embarrassed him, and I had punched him, and
he had no idea who I was. He said he thought I looked familiar, and as a result
was extra friendly to me and my wife in class. I had to fight from smiling as
our wives asked the obligatory, what does your husband do for a living thing.

What did I do with the remaining $2000 (I gave $500) to my dealer .....
well I bought weed ... of coarse.

Enjoy.

Gern Blandston

 

DailyTripper

thats soo damned lucky. way to go. $2000 for weed.. that could last me a lonnnggg time...

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ikari

That's quite the story. I really enjoyed reading it.

Lucky bast*rd

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lazybumguy

i would of told him who i was, hehe, and seen the look on his face, lol

mystikalMJ

very good story. i liked reading it, i woulda told the cop who i was tho, and asked him if he ever found that money, as i winked at him ;p he couldnt do ne thing about it 8 years later.

 

WhiteBoy

yah i would have shoved it all up in his face that i got 2000$ and socked him

and i probably would have told him i spent the money on weed too

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what? huh?

Stewpad

Wow, with a little embellishment, that'd make a cool ass novel.

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phud

Best story i've ever read.

bongwater

wow that was a great story, I really enjoyed reading it. I agree it could make a good book, BUt I think it would need more to the plot then that

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PhreshwaterPhunk

yeah, it would make a kick ass book. and your so damn lucky. but i wouldnt have bought weed with the money.... that would be a lot of weed, and a very large risk. i would just buy my normal amount, and not use the money to up the ante.

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