Most sketched out moment (without the bust afterwords)

[sky high]

Summer of '80 was a good one..... LOL.

My roomies best friend had some serious biker connections. 90% of the time they were more into the nose thing and didn't mess with weed/etc. Because I was young and stupid and liked to be around when they dumped a unit on the 4x5 mirror...I always went with my roomie to see em. :rolleyes: Such days were always insane....

One day we got a call and off we went. This was back in the day when you had party lines and crazy crap goin on so >nothing< was ever said on the phone about what was going on...we just knew something was going on. When we arrived at the underground storage place (guys in the Midwest may know places like this where they mined out the limestone and then put metal doors up over the coveys they dug bag in the hill every-so-often) the guy started to explain that he needed our help moving some stuff. I thought he meant >physically<....

He opens the garage door....and flips on the light. In the back is a tarp covering something... maybe 10 ft long x 4 ft high x 4 ft wide. I get a whiff and think "weed or hash".....just as he says....."you guys know the people who want this kinda stuff more than I do so I'd appreciate it if you could make some calls and help me out".....and pulls the tarp off to reveal 2 wooden pallets.....each 4 x 4 ft wide....and stacked 4 ft tall with white cheesecloth bags....each containing an lb of black hash. 900 pounds en total...

it was about then that the hair stood up on the back of my neck and I got >that< sketched out feeling and flashes in my head/paranoia and extreme excitement all rolled into one emotional blast. Without a doubt....it was THE most contraband I have ever...and will ever...see in one place again. Just a BEAUTIFUL FUCKING sight to behold!!

needless to say....we were set all Summer/Fall and it was a crazy fun/good gig....

 

[outwest]

I had the cops show up at my house while I was in the middle of watering. I was being arrested for an unpaid speeding ticket! Since I was under arrest they wouldn't let me go get my shoes, wallet, or keys without an escort. I told them they were not allowed in my home, and they carted me off to jail barefoot.

That's a mild one. Spent the last 20 years on Phish tour. Been kicked outta more hotel rooms by state police then I care to remember. Something is looking out for me that's for sure.

outwest

 

[Seamaiden]

I'm laughing my ass off, you can't take Thatgirl ANYWHERE! The assault was fucked up, seriously. At that age I was heavily into the horses and would have done to him what I did to my first husband the first time he hit me--waited for my chance, then nailed him. One time I glued his dick to his stomach. But that's another story.

The LAX story--I definitely would have shat mah pants. Schmeared all over 'em!

Was doing my work inside one day and a helicopter was buzzing around the hills, fuck... My outdoor plants are WAY under my limit but inside was a different story and I had trays and res' outside drying from a good cleaning.

The copter fly's over and comes back, completely avoids the outdoor plants 100 yards away that are 6-8 ft. tall and obvious. As the copter is circling the modular unit I cracked the front door and peeked out. The copter was so low I could make out the guy's face who was hanging out of the side door, fuck...

Copter fly's off again only to return 10 minutes later and circle once more and then bounce. To this day I have not fucking idea who they were. My assumption was that they were potential property buyers or tourist's because the land was in Napa Valley.

Also, had someone fiddling with my Front door knob one night. Cut the lights, loaded the shotgun, cocked it loud enough for the person to hear and got low on the floor waiting for someone to enter. Once they let off the knob I peeked through the window and it turned out to be a drunk neighbor who mixed up the location of her front door, I live in a condominium complex.

That was the first and only time I have been in a situation were I thought I would have to cut someone down.

GR33N

My first year growing was without a recommendation. I grew up during the War on Drugs, still remember the race between Nixon and McGovern, yadda yadda yadda. CAMP-fu runs strong up here, and this year I've got.. I dunno, three or four dozen plants? out on my balcony. Cali, but no rec. I'm watching this helicopter for hours doing sweeps, back and forth, very rigid, very patterned, right at the tree tops. Then, they'd head straight for the airport downcountry. When it got close enough I could see that it didn't have registration numbers, was black and had blacked out windows and some equipment on the bottom of it, including what looked like FLIR to me. Anyway, you better believe I hustled my ass and broke my back moving those plants under the deck cover, then pulling the shades down. I was shaking like a cat! Then I made the mistake of thinking the chopper was done doing the sweeps over my area, so I moved them ALL back out, and it came back. So all over again, the paranoid feeling, moving them back, yadda yadda yadda.

It never occurred to me that folks like me weren't what they might be looking for, but I called my husband and asked him to do some asking around, because my feeling was they're looking for grows. So he talks to a coworker and that guy tells him they're scouting for Lifeflight landing spots. Bullshit, I said, because there's a huge one less than a mile from our place, they're looking for grows. No, this guy said, that's not what they said they're doing! Next Wednesday our local paper publishes a big story about a huge bust just north and upcountry from us. ON THE VERY SAME DAY THE CHOPPER WAS SWEEPING.

The worst time I had was when the local narcotics cops showed up after busting one of my sons. They were there, at the door, with handcuffs and guns and wanted inside my house. NO FUN AT ALL. I've never been busted for anything except a joint on the beach when I was a kid, and it wasn't even my joint. I got a ticket or something like that, this was back in the 70s or maybe '80.

 

[Shamus]

blacked out in west MI, woke up in the passenger seat in my boys GF's car with him driving in a stupor. (still fucked up) i freak out, tell him to pull off in the fuckin rest stop.. pull up to this mecca of a rest stop.. go in and ask the guy where we are.. he says oh your in dansville.. so i open my hand flat and say ok where on my hand are we in MI (point to my open palm/fingers).. he laughs.. pauses.. laughs again.. awkward pause.. he looks at me.. and says
"your in PA man.. dansville to be exact"
i was in shock.. told the guy this is serious.. laughed..n was like where are we really.. he points to the small pamphlets for touring PA n maps n shit.. nothin for MI.. my stomach dropped.
turns out the statue of liberty was on my boys GPS on his iphone.. we were goin to NY.. lol. dont remember this decision.. but we decided to go out to the car after a hang over bfast and take stock of what exactly we had..
we go out to the car.. i remember his dog was in the car.. we have a bag of kibble for the dog.. phones but no chargers.. 3 oz's of ECSD an 8th of faux molly (mephedrone) and about 300 bucks between the two of us and a credit card to fall back on if need be on my boys end. so we sat there for a sec.. and was looking how long it would take to get home.. about 10-12 hours if i remember correctly, and the statue of liberty was actually less or very near.. neither of us had been to NY.. and it was about 3-4 days before new years eve.. so we pretty much just said fuck it and started our way to NY, remember my boy didnt sleep for shit and i didnt have my license at that point.. so come like 9pm my boys damn near falling asleep on the PA turnpike with like 3 semis on each side of us and the skinniest curviest roads known to man.. so i was literally feeding him mephedrone to keep him awake (NOT EVER ADVISABLE.. EVER.. none of this is really.. haha) but that BARELY got us to a shitty hotel in the boons of PA/almost NY.. snuck the dog in my jacket into the hotel.. we both just passed the fuck out.. get up and start our way again.. we get to the main big tunnel (lincoln tunnel or whatever) at like 2pm we get into NY.. pure craziness.. we try and park bout 4 places and get kicked out of each place not knowing the rules out there.. haha i was like wait we cant park on the side of the streetin downtown NY? so we look for places to park (we have about 200$ now) and go into a lot and its about 80 an hour to park but only 25 for knock off air jordans.. needless to say we didnt park anywhere and even if we did we had a dog.. so couldnt really do shit.. so we literally just drove around ny.. we came to a intersection where they were stopping cars with dogs and checking them.. so i freak out n say TURN he he cranks the wheel and hits reverse and drives over the sidewalk a bit not gonna lie and we dipped.. then drove 20 ft and there was a cement truck in the other street.. so we were just flippen out if they saw us dip out all fast n what not and just hearts pumping and a slow ass cement truck and one other truck backing into a construction lot.. we get away and laugh.. we pretty much just dipped to NJ at that point.. ended up in hoboken.. its like 9 pm.. were tired as fuck and have been sitting in a care all day so we look for shit to do (neither of us wetre 21) not shit.. so we just park in a home depot parking lot and blaze about a half oz of ecsd.. hooker walks up asks "you sweet things need anything.. we say no.. she then asked for a cig and walked away.. pretty much the only person we talked to that night..) all high n dont know wtf to do.. didnt plan shit.. didnt have a clue of what to do in hoboken at night.. so we just parked in a BK parking lot and blazed and used the wifi.. ended up falling asleep for a few hours.. and when i came to n nudged my boy he literally woke up.. turned the car on and pulled into the drive thru all in one 2 second series of events.. and he fucks up n bumps this black escalade.. 7 hood atlanta babes get out (theyre all hammered) and just start shouting hitting the car and yelling
"GIVE ME YO FUCKIN DOG.. WE FITNA TAKE YOUR LIL BITCH ASS DOG" (lil poodle)
screaming trying to pull the window down themselves.. we get out.. say just please dont call the cops will do whatever.. i asked em if they smoked.. yep. gave em a half oz of ECSD n they were cool and dipped.. (i told em it was all i had.. and explained our situation after they kinda calmed down)
the drive home was pretty normal
all in all it was an experience i must say

 

[midwestdensies]

Damn sky that is crazy shit and i do know what your talking about with the limestone places its my home states native stone. Heard wild stories myself got close but that life is a little too hardcore for my liking.

If anyones ever been in a real home invasion its fucked up i was 10 years ago and such bad shit happened i honestly didnt know if police should have been involved. Honestly to graphic to ever say the whole story but feel for anyone who has because you dont know what to do if you should get authorities involved in turn making you a target.

 

[Aligee]

women can be a huge risk if you dont know that already you must have a sane chick or never dated a crazy one

FACT!:)

 

[sky high]

I have too many stories mwd...and was VERY lucky in many, many ways I made it through it all without serious jail time...getting my ass pounded....or death from ingesting too many chemical substances at once. Fortunately it was a different day and age and while violence and home invasions did happen to a few folks I knew, on the whole the folks we dealt with were far mellower and less egotistical/hot headed/than they are today. In fact, in all my years/involvements...I never saw anyone with a weapon even though it did get fairly crazy at times. Other than the years where folks started messin with the lady...everyone was usually too stoned to fight. By then, I had moved on and was married and watching the destruction and bad shit happen from the sidelines....thankfully.

 

[midwestdensies]

I had a house and an apt at times for this reason. Had chicks threated to call cops just loaded the car and dipped within 1 minute. Some women just go to mental when its that time of the month and lose sight.

 

[midwestdensies]

I bet sky. Man you get to traveling and seeing some of the crazy shit its hell on your brain and body literally just another world/life beyond this popping bean on the forum fun stuff. Glad i took the high road also my friend.

 

[Thatgirl]

Such sketchy stories! Makes you really count your blessings after a little shake up doesn't it!

Seamaiden LOL Glued it to his stomach! LMFAO! Epic! Did he lose his mind when he work up and realized what happened? FDL!!! Why did the cops show up at your place after busting your son? Was he a minor at the time?

I have never really considered this a close call for me, because I probably wouldnt have gotten in much, if any trouble, but the 2 guys would have gotten seriously busted if I had been there that day! I was 17 at the time, had been spending a lot of time with this guy for a little over a year. He mainly sold pot, but often had just about anything too. We had been going to one of his friends houses everyday for a few days. For whatever reason, I think I just didn't feel like it that day, I wasn't hanging out with him. He went to that friends house and it sounds like they were waiting for him, they had his buddy arrested, and had everything looking normal and my guy walked into his friends house like always and they arrested him with a half p in his back pack. I am a little white girl, and like I said was a minor, and they were both big black dudes, and the cops here are somewhat racist. Things were bad enough, but would have been SO so so much worse for them with little me there!

 

[silverhaze]

We were at a military base for a graduation over two days. The first day, went to the hotel, dropped out shit off and went on to the base. No big deal, guy at the gate laughed at how late we were. Said hi to our man, told him we'd see him in the morning and off we went back to the hotel. Grad was the next day and driving there, we had the parents of the graduating Marine in the car. Off the freeway and we were locked in to traffic, no way out. One line of traffic moving painfully slow and we had no idea why. The why was just around the corner with every car being evacuated and white glove searched with under car mirrors and dogs! Purses, luggage, everything was scrutinized by at least six guys per car. Since this was day two and our last day, we had all our luggage in the trunk including a nice big sack of goo. We had to tell the kids (non puffing) parents that we may be minutes from ruining their kids graduation and, perhaps, the rest of their vacation. Needless to say, I was shitting bricks; these were not cops. Two cars in front of us and then it's over I'm saying to myself as I'm practicing my medical speech. All of a sudden and out of no where, they pass through a dozen cars including ours because it was supposed to be a random search. Five hundred cars and they pushed through twelve including us. We passed through and I swear that fucking German Shepard was staring me down hardcore as I sped by leaving a fragrant dank trail behind us. Helluva!

 

[Mustard]

This thread took off! Haha I thought no one would reply, but there's some good stories here!

Here's the one I was trying to remember last night. Driving down the I5 approaching the grapevine going 78mph. Got pulled over for going 80 dammit how'd that happen... I had a standard rec and 5 or 6 pounds in the rental car I was driving. Not a whole lot but I knew it stank! I didn't double bag or seal anything it smelled and it was obvious.

The cop asks me why it was so rank and how much pot I had. I said oh I'm sorry officer! Here ive got some weed in my backpack. I opened it for him and luckily there was some low grade kief that had spilled in there. I said, "oh look this spilled you think that's what you're smelling"?

I can't believe that satisfied his inquiry... Lol that backpack didn't smell like anything other than a jansport... He gave me a field test and i passed because, despite my stupidity I at least wasn't smoking a whole lot on the ride home.

After the test I was chatting with him a bit and asked him why I was pulled over people go 80mph on this stretch all day and it wasn't late or anything. His reply, "oh yea well drug runners use rental cars a lot... Have A good night sir!"

Wow my heart was pounding I honestly thought he was gonna ask me if I was tweaking after he took my pulse.

It sucks but if I wasn't white there's probably no way I woulda made it out of that one without a search

Remember it's always a good idea to put something on the side even if you're not smoking it can save your ass

 

[squiggly]

Okay so when I was in high school, I sold blow.

Not proud of it and so on and so forth--but this story is so ridiculous it's worth telling/hearing.

So I had a buddy who was not my dealing partner, but who was basically my friend I did blow with all of the time. I had just got in a batch of 6oz, which needed to be cut and packaged.

For some retarded, unknown, reason--I brought the stash to his house on a SCHOOL NIGHT and snuck in there when I wasn't supposed to be there.

We had been taking klonopin (a lot) and apparently there is some interaction between cocaine and klonopin we weren't aware of that severely affects your ability to form new memories (thin Memento but less severe).

We didn't do shit that we were supposed to. We just did an assload of blow and left the rest on a GIANT glass sheet (which was a table top). It was literally like a fat pile, few inches tall--maybe 9-10 inch diameter.

The glass sheet was pushed under a futon on the side of the room, and for GOD KNOW WHAT REASON I ended up falling asleep under my friend's bed (which was a pretty big space, wasn't cramped).
So when he woke up, he had forgotten every last bit of it. He left for school and left me in his house sleeping under his bed.


I wake up around maybe 11AM and realize. Shit, I'm in his house I'm not supposed to be here--and I hear his mom moving around taking care of the baby. I'm like shit what the fuck am I gonna do.

So my first instinct is, "I have to get the fuck out of here, and fast."

So I wait till I hear her go upstairs and I bolt. Unfortunately for me, she see's me yard hopping away and recognizes me. Even MORE unfortunately--I had forgotten the cocaine in her house.

Her first instinct was that I was robbing her son or something--so she called the police. When she went to check his room out, she found the mother lode.

I still don't know to this day how she didn't get fucked over terribly by this--but she turned the product over to the police when they arrived. I can see it now, "No, seriously officer--someone just left this here."

When I caught wind of this later, I'm thinking holy shit I'm going to jail for a long time--but I never heard anything else about it.

Oh and that kids parents hated me for the rest of eternity. I am still a joke at their kitchen table.

The best part: The kid got in zero trouble for this. Somehow his parents were convinced that I came to his house uninvited to drop off 4 grand worth of coke.

 

[Capulator]

Got fired at United Airlines for possession of an Ice Cream Cake. We used to raid the leftover food from 1st class international flights. The union got my job bck after a couple weeks. The very 1st plane I went to clean in the overhead bin i found 200 100 dollar bills in an envelope. Damn near shot my pants. I stuffed it in pants, got it off the plane stashed it, never heard a word....That nite went outto dinner in a limosene, 5 star restraunt, drank till they carried me out....

WTF chickenman you straight FOUND 20k????

That is the biggest ground score I have ever heard of. Imagine being the person who lost that shit!!!

 

[Capulator]

In another lifetime...... Summer of '80.

Had a gay college buddy who spent a lot of time down in South Beach. On his return flights he would bring back an entire suitcase of 714's.....usually 20-25 K in one shot. I was one of the peeps he called when he touched down....and I routinely snagged him curbside and took him home so he didn't have to leave a vehicle there @ the scareport for weeks on end.

I had the front cus we were so tight. I would drive across town to his house, thendirectly to the guy's house who wanted 'em. This cat was a friend of a friend...6-7 years older than me (I was 21-22 at the time)....and a >>serious<< junkie. The ludes were for the times when there was no junk...and the guy could eat 10 of em his tolerance was THAT far off the scale.

Usually...it was a drop/smoke one/get paid/leave gig. However, on my last run to his house...I show up, we do the gig, and I fire a joint. A couple of tokes in....his head starts turning side-to-side and he says "did you hear that?" . I didn't......but you know how it is on your own house when you KNOW someone's outside/etc....

He jumps up....and from under the table (on the chair the whole time/out of my sight) he brandishes a sawed-off shotgun and heads to the back door..... I head for the front door and my car..... and blew past another friend...who was standing on the porch.... unannounced. I got about to my car when the guy i was dealin with came around the side and I thought he was gonna shoot this guy on the spot for coming over w/o calling.... by then I was out of the driveway and tearin down the road. He called me later and I told him the gig was over....

was killer money but not worth dying for....

"gay college friend"

hahahah yeah right SH... ;)

LOL.

j/k

 

[chickenman]

WTF chickenman you straight FOUND 20k????

That is the biggest ground score I have ever heard of. Imagine being the person who lost that shit!!!

Usualy they will call and report lost items, no call drug money...More than likely...
We used to raise hell at United Airlines. My friend frank and I would raid liquor cabnets and drink heavly every day. Frank is as Black as a tire. We once found a bag left on plane with a small camera in it. I took a picture of his big black uncircumsized dick and turned the bag into lost and found with camers in it. Just imagine what they thought when they devloped the film...many many more stoires of how in 20 years I fucked off on the job, wild times... kidnapping, gunfire, beatings, hijacking, theft, destruction, vandalism, hard drugs, pot daily, we did it all...

 

[Goldenrod]

mmmmmmm the stuff of bad dreams "Qualudes" rorer 714s

 

[Seamaiden]

Seamaiden LOL Glued it to his stomach! LMFAO! Epic! Did he lose his mind when he work up and realized what happened? FDL!!!

I made sure I wasn't around by the time he woke up. The story goes like this; he came home very late one night shortly after we were married. He was, as usual, VERY drunk. He climbs into bed with me and then starts telling me about how he knew he loved me, loved me so much. And, you wanna know how he knew? Because, he'd just been with a HOOKER and couldn't get his dick up. I said in my head right there, "I'll help you keep your dick up, you motherfucker." And I did. He peed in the shower for 8 days, because it took that long to work his dick off his stomach. 8 days of not being able to pee at work. 8 days of having to wear his pants REALLY HIGH. We divorced after being married only 6mos.

Why did the cops show up at your place after busting your son? Was he a minor at the time?

No. He thought he was smart enough to deal Ecstasy. Got pulled over with a high number of tabs (that number continually changed, so I don't know what it actually was, but it was at least 100), taken in overnight, they showed up the next morning to go through his bedroom.

I told him not to do it. He's still on probation, got a year left.

 

[sky high]

Yikes. That's some crazy (glue) shit right there. :eek:

 

[Seamaiden]

Yikes. That's some crazy (glue) shit right there. :eek:

Right? :cool:

I'm small, but I can pack a wallop! Besides, everyone's got to go to sleep sometime.


Hehhehhehheh.