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turn, good thread. the criminilization of drugs is one of the US's worst social injustices.
what were the circumstances of your arrest?
oh yeah...my arrest
well, some friends and I were on spring break. It was the second weekend and I had spent it working. They wanted to get a hotel room, party, and check out the state basketball finals. Sounded fine. There were copius amounts of booze and drugs (opium, marijuana, shrooms, and GHB). It was a funtime had by all until the cops came. But, that is jumping ahead.
There was another group of guys our age who were smoking up and drinking quite a bit. They became good buddies with one guy in my group. Apparently, they heard about the GHB and other drugs. They wanted some. I wasn't a dealer and didn't know these guys, so I gave them nothing.
Later, my friends and I go out and about the town. Apparently, the a guy in the other group told the front desk his key wasn't working and that he was staying in our room. The front deskman, of course, then gave him a key to my room without any checking up. This other group goes into my room and takes a water bottle of GHB. One of them take something like 8 to 15X the recommended dosage. Obviously, he knew nothing about the drug and I didn't sell to him, so he didn't know what he was doing. Now, GHB is a pretty non-lethal substance, but it will mess a person up if they take that much. Just think of a person downing over 100 beers. The guy passed out in the a coma-like state. He gets rushed to the hospital. Once he comes to, he sings like a canary to the cops.
Meanwhile, my party had partaken in a boatload of shrooms and had smoked some marijuana laced with the shroom rediment in the baggie. The cops knock on the door at about 2:30 AM and we hide as much of the drugs as possible. I open the door. The cop looks at my eyes, turns to the other cop and says, "his eyes are as big as flying saucers...probable cause," and they enter the room.
Somehow, we survive the interregation as best as possible. It was pretty remarkable considering the carpet looked like sand blowing over their shoes at a beach to my shrooming mind. None of the other drugs were found. Pretty bad police work considering they were sitting at a table with empty baggies marked 1/2 oz and whatnot. They did find the other water bottle of GHB as the kid who ratted told them exactly were to get it. I gave up no sources through the ordeal. The cops didn't think GHB was that big of a deal and left with just our info.
Three months later, on my birthday, a warrant comes down for a search and my arrest on suspicion of manufacturing, delivering, and possessing a schedule I controlled substance.