Damn, I hate explaining my CD...
Anyways, yes story time. 2 years ago I placed an order. (I can't remember what the vendors name was, and I'm pretty sure it was on nucleus, but may have been on Evo) I was moving ethylone to my local markets, along with weed, wax, 25-i/25-c (which I just call pandora, because sometimes you never know what to expect with it), and a few other products. I was basically a 1 stop party shop and always honest with my customers about what they were putting in their bodies. I had always ordered my MDMA domestically, and only sold it to certain customers. Anyways back to the main story here.
I ordered 100 pressed pills (with a weight equivalent to an oz) from NL. I also had 250 hits of 25-i/25-c mixed blotter on the way and a hp of weed (the weed never showed up, probably got scammed, but it didn't matter in the end). I got the blotters no problem and within the stated delivery time. Being that I was also bringing in Ethylone from China at the time I wasn't too worried about the MDMA. However, the day before I got the CD I had been questioning if something may have happened, as the shipping hadn't been updated and the tracking said it was still going through customs. I knew something was up in my mind, but thought I was being paranoid.
The next day I finally got a call back from the place I had recently applied to, as I had been looking for a job for quite sometime. While I was out the CD was performed. My fiancé was the one who accepted the package (there was no signing for it, and if I had been there I would have known to turn the package away as it should have been put in my mailbox). After the package had been delivered and a few minutes had passed, there was another knock at the door. This was a woman from the local narcotics division who claimed to be a neighbor, and asked if the package that had just been delivered might have been for her. My fiancé said, "no, I don't think so." And she was immediately told to get down with her hands on her head. (She was also 9 months pregnant at the time) They then entered my apartment, with a warrant, and began going through everything.
When I got back I saw their van and the gov plates on it. I knew what had happened, and knew I couldn't run. I walked into my apartment and was greeted to my crying fiancé, and 5 armed narcotics agents. (All sporting assult rifles. I mean shit they were fucking ready for a gun fight, and I lived in a nice town, like 250k minimum houses all around.) Rather than reading me my right they asked me to sign a piece of paper stating that I was aware of them. I read through it throughly to make sure they weren't trying to get one over on me, and signed it. After that they questioned me, without a lawyer present, and wanted to know what was in the package. I told them I had no idea, as it was unopened. They knew I was lying and pressed harder to get me to admit that I knew the contents. I did not admit it, and kept saying that I had no idea.
While I was being questioned they were going through my personal stash. Yeah I know I fucked up, I should have cleaned house. They found my bho, my weed, my other assortment of all sorts of random drugs I had been collecting, and my personal cash stash of a little over 9,800 usd. At that point they told me that if I worked with them that it might help reduce my sentence for what I was going to be charged with. I told them I'd work with them, but knew in my mind I would do everything possible to waste their time and give as much misdirection as possible.
After that they told me to call my guy and try to set up a buy. I then called my own burner number (lol, I had it in my car too). After calling and no response they said that they were going to want to have me try again, but at a later date. Then, to my supprise, they fucking packed up all their shit (and my drugs, money and my phone), and fucking left.
So, the first thing I decided to do was to call the people I had selling for me and warn them. I told them to sell everything half price and move it all. This ended up working out not so great for me as they ended up taking all the money and the drugs, basically robbing me. I also contacted the vendor who sent the MDMA and explained that he was a fucking idiot. I never got anything back from him as far as btc either.
A week after all this went down my son was born, and I began speaking to my lawyer. I was extemely honest with him, and he cost me in total $10,000.
After a couple of weeks went by the local narcotics team contacted me, and began trying to get me to give up someone. I ended up calling more burner numbers that I had set up, and basically took them on a wild goose chase that covered 3 cities. This happened over a months time, and gave me the ability to see how smart and how ignorant these people were. During each of these encounters I recorded the color, style, and licence plate numbers of every vehicle they had been using. This information was then passed along to my dealer and other individuals that needed to know what was going on in order to stay safe.
Eventually they got tired of stuff never happening and told me to turn myself in. I did. I knew.it was time to man up and be responsible for my own mistakes.
I spent a month in county total. I saw a judge the first week who basically told me my charges and that was it. The charges themselves included: felony possession of marijuana, trafficking of MDMA of 114 grams (because they take the weight of the pills too, and not just the actual weight of the drugs, this include my 10g personal stash and the pills from the unopened package), and a bunch of other smaller charges. Eventually I went before a judge in the court room and was released on a 100k bail, which my fiance's family paid for and received back when I showed up to my final court date nearly a year later.
My charges at the end of all of it were: possession with intent of MDMA ( for my 10g personal stash), and felony possession of marijuana. The rest of the MDMA (from the unopened package) they couldn't charge me with, I did not know the contents and my lawyer said I did good by saying I had no idea what it was and not making up a bull shit story.
Why was this all I got: my lawyer told me that helping them or agreeing to help them would help with what my ending charges would be, even if nothing came of it. Also in the state I live in (yes I'm in the U.S.A.) there is a law of some sort that takes into account your offenses. What this did for me was allow me to take a plea deal, basically say I'm guilty of the charges, and upon completion of my probationary terms the charges will be dismissed.
Now, maybe the judge was nice, maybe my lawyer was good, but all in all I got lucky. My lawyer is good friends with the DA and the judge in my case (who is actually under investigation for something relating to him accepting illegal campaign funds).
My punnishment: I spent a month in the county jail, and 3 months in was is the equivalent to a prison work camp, 10 years of probation, a little over $1,000 in fines, and 120 hours of community service.
To recap:
I fucked up. It was my fault. Except for the packaging, the vendor must have sent them in a fucking dvd case because when the officer showed me the package I could hear them moving around inside something plastic, and it was about the size of a dvd case. I spoke extensively to the vendor about how to package the shipment in order to make sure it got to me safely. This included mbb, mylar bags, decoy, etc. He did none of that from my assumptions, as it never even got opened. Basically I fucked up and ordered from an inexperienced vendor, and from NL too.
I fucked up by not cleaning house. This is rule #2 in my book for ordering from DNMs. Rule #1 is to not order from an idiot. (Let's be honest there's a lot of rule #1's)
I claimed everything in my apartment in order to avoid having my fiancé charged with anything. (The did leave a bag of dmt that they didn't find which I did, a grinder full of weed which I smoked, and all of my glass. I still have one of my bongs, and keep it at someone else's house inside a case with a lock. They don't do drugs either.)
I never gave up anyone or informed on anyone. However, 1 person did end up getting arrested because they were sending me pictures of drugs and prices while my phone was being held as evidence. The only reason I found out was because the police left the messages on my phone.
My situation is different from many others, and my or may not help you.
As for me now:
I live with my son and fiancé at her parents house. I have no friends. I don't go anywhere except work and school (about a year left on my undergraduate degree). I'm afraid to walk down the beer isles at the grocery store, because magically somehow I could go to jail (me just being paranoid). Every day of my life fucking sucks, but my son makes it better as well as knowing my family is here to support me through this rough time. Basically I live in fear, all the time.
This is the second time I've had to type this out, my phone crashed the app first time as I was almost done. Damn updates. I am open to questions. Also please refrain from spewing bull shit about how this is not true, or I'm a fucking idiot. I already know it's true it fucking happened to me, and I know I'm fucking stupid everyone has already told me.
I apologize for the length, but I felt it was necessary to be as detailed as possible. Also, my arrest was never published in any newspaper or anywhere else for that matter. I'm not sure why this is, but it does make me happy that it has never been published. I also apologize for formatting errors, I will be trying to correct them as much as possible.
Not DNM related, but i got busted with a large quantity of MDMA a few years back, allegedly for distribution purposes. Managed to get off on a technicality.
Tl;dr: from someone who's been where you are now, use this chance to cut it out. They know who you are now, and further activity will be monitored. Choose a new career and be happy :)