Nightmares and close shaves - Share them so the community can learn.

Seeing the recent increase in "arrests" spewing across this thread, I thought it would be a good idea for people to share their nightmare experiences or close calls with LE.

This could help people learn what mistakes even pros are making, as there is a solid chance that these close calls are less to do with OPSEC and more to do with other issues.


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[32 Points] deadsitenow:

Last week I got a notice to pick up a package from the post office. My post office is directly across the street from the police station. When i pulled up a cop was sitting in his car around the corner just parked and watching. I chalked it up to coincidence and went in to pick it up. I handed my notice to the clerk and waited. He said it would be about 20 minutes before it would be available. 20 minutes later I signed for it and began to walk out and sirens start blaring. My heart stopped and i decided to just walk out and act cool. Turns out it was all just a huge coincidence but my butthole was puckered up to the point that you couldnt have driven a knitting needle in it with a sledge hammer.


[25 Points] theseeker01:

One time I ordered 30 Tramadol from a great vendor and got 30 E instead from a different part of the country.Vendor said his assistant fucked up and he fired him gave me a refund and reshipped Tramadol free of charge.But it wasn't just me cause he made a post on agora about it. Still the stealth was sub par and I'm lucky it didnt get caught. The E pills were fire and he confirmed. I welcomed them. I never tried E but i always wanted to. Vendors need to stop trusting assistants that cant tell the difference between 3 ten packs of Tramadol and loose yellow E pills.


[18 Points] DNMShopper:

I had a nightmare once, I had wedding to attend so I figured it would be a good idea to trim up my neck beard beforehand. Somehow I managed to slice into my jugular and felt the blood rushing down my neck. Probably the closest shave I've ever gotten. Turns out my bed buddy/turtle "Speedy" was just pissin down my neck in my sleep. I told that alcoholic bastard to stop drinking so much..

Tl;Dr Don't let your tortus near booze before bedtime. Learn from my mistakes.


[19 Points] reekleek:

Package came ripped semi-revealing the inside on both sides, also looked like someone sat on it


[13 Points] doubledoseopimpin:

My nightmare experience was back when shit was going down with bungee and all the international MDMA vendors in August/September. I had the DHS, Postal Inspectors, and also local police come to the door. The house the package was to be delivered to and the house I was at were not the same. They didn't get me to sign, but asked questions about this package and tried to get me to say what was in it. They said "We think you have a pretty good idea what's in this package." I told them I didn't, and then had them tell me what was it in. They asked to come in, and I let them (call me stupid, but I'm here with my freedom). I knew I had some weed (a bowl pack, that I was literally about to smoke before they knocked on the door) and weed paraphernalia. I didn't know what to tell them.They got me to sign a Miranda Rights waiver. I kept telling them that I didn't know anything. So they searched my house and didn't find anything huge, to their surprise, besides what I wrote earlier. They kept asking me about RC Cars/Toys, how did I get in touch with this guy, etc. I dont know. They went through my package history, both international and domestic. They left giving me a couple tickets for weed, and the last thing the DHS guy said to me before leaving the front door, was, "I dont want to see anymore of these packages again". That's what I did. It's just a ticket in my town if you have less than a half oz. The vendor, IMB, treated me right, and refunded me in full and gave me extra to cover the tickets. I bet you guys can't say that about any other vendor. Believe me. Don't believe me. But this is what happened to me.


[6 Points] None:

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[4 Points] TripAddict:

Well i almost went to jail because of my partner ratted me out. He old his "friend" and he went and told everyone. It ended up getting to the police. When police asked my partner who ordered the drugs, he told them I was the guy ordering and a bunch of other stuff (which was all true, but still, could have kept his mouth shut and we would have been fine) Police took all my stuff including my phone. Everything was encrypted and i refused to give up passwords. Eventually the charges were dropped because they only knew about one order of LSD and was only 3 tabs. Which is under some limit or something. If over the limit they would have put me in jail easy. Just glad the cops were nice. Now i have increased my OPSEC since they know i have done something like this before.


[3 Points] showmeurdoobies:

Close shave One time I thought I had to fart. It was a big fart. But I was worried that it wasn't just a fart. So I let self control get the best of me and I waited until I found a bathroom to fart. Good thing to because it wasn't just a fart. Could have ended up alot differently if I hadn't. Talk about close.


[4 Points] MDMotzart:

This isn't DNM related but still a good story.

Many many years ago in a galaxy far far away, before the likes of silk roads or agoras, a woman with a taste for molly fell on hard times. Molly was nowhere to be found. This enterprising young woman studied many methods to conjur her own molly. After collecting materials and knowledge her endeavor was eventually successful. In between synth adventures she would always pack up, what has become fairly extensive, her lab supplies and hide them in her small flat.

During her few runs with synthesis she had certainly made some opsec mistakes. This became apparently very true when while one bright morning, after a particularly nice shower followed by dressing for an interview she was met with a knock at the door. Annoyed that her visitor will likely make her late for her appointment she quickly opened the door to find a small unassuming man staring her in the face.

"I am from the Center of health and human services", said the man. Not sure what to think she asked, "May I help you with something". The man replied that they were investigating an odor, possible a gas leak and would like to come inside. Not sensing the man as a threat she welcomed him into her home. As the man stepped in 2 more agents quickly appeared and welcomed themselves into her home as well.

Our heroin suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. The three agents revealed that they where in fact not from the department of health and human services but from the local DEA task force. Panic suddenly washed over her. Did she properly hide everything. Could she have left anything lying about. It was just a day or two ago she was busy making peracetic acid. Were they going to search her house?

The agency individuals asked if they could look around. Our heroine declined stating she was very late for an appointment. One of the agents gave her the hard-ass route about just getting a warrant etc. Meanwhile, without permissions the other two officers causally examined the home looking for probable cause. Knowing they only had to open a closet to reveal a hotplate or even the freezer to reveal a small vial of chilled mdp2p, our heroin became visually shaken. Luckily the officers casual search turned up nothing. They collected themselves and warned her that she was being watched.

Following this encounter and the threat of very serious jail time she decided that it was game over. Over the next two nights she rounded up everything she had that may be considered incriminating. She snuck out under the cover of night and would deposit hundreds of dollars worth of lab equipment in random dumpsters amongst the city. On her very last run, tragedy struck. While driving down a very dark road, obviously lost, she made an illegal u-turn. An illegal u-turn, in the middle of the night, in some rural town in the middle of nowhere and wouldn't you know it, an officer was there to see it.

Exhausted our young lady pulled over for the red&whites tailing her. The officer approached the car and suspecting our young lady may be intoxicated. The officer ordered a field sobriety test, which she of course passed. Other than being exhausted, our young friend was not otherwise intoxicated. The officer finally concluded with a request to search her person. She agreed completely forgetting the vial of mdp2p was in her back pocket. The officer pulled the vial from her pocket and knew this was more than a simple illegal u-turn.

Our young friend was enraged with herself. She knew she should have just dumped the precursor down the drain, but she worked so hard to create it. Now it was in the hands of law enforcement. Not only that, the rest of her lab was in garbage bags sitting in her trunk.

The officer questioned her on the vial of which she replied, "It's just perfume officer.". The officer of course did not believe her but had no means to tell what it in fact was. The officer requested to search her vehicle which she of course denied. Now the officer was really curious. He ordered her in the back of his squad while he radioed his friends to confirm if what he had was enough probable cause to search the vehicle.

Apparently it was, her vehicle was searched and her remaining lab equipment was found. Our young friend watched as the officer pulled the trashbag from the trunk and her heart sank. She was so close to leaving it all behind. She was certainly now going to jail for a long time.

That however would not prove to be the case. While she never fully understood why, the officer collected the material, took her information and allowed her to return home. She was eventually contacted by a detective working the case who questioned her further on the contents of the vial and the purpose of the lab materials. She made up lies about the lab equipment and never spoke about the vial. One could only assume LE did not have the means to examine the vial, or mdp2p being fairly unstable, had corroded into something unrecognizable.

She walked away from this with a new respect for her freedom and a better understanding of consequences. She still occasionally finds time for molly but she no longer conjures her own.


[3 Points] None:

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[2 Points] Johanna5884:

Goog God these posts are awesome.


[1 Points] deaddropname:

A long time ago, before the rise of the darknets my friends and I would buy from a Canadian guy who would bring his stuff across the border to make more money on the American side.

Well, one day when we bought he asked if we wouldn't mind helping him sell some more. He marked down the price, we smoked half of what we were supposed to sell, and still made a pretty decent profit. Not as much as those dudes in Kid Cannabis, but still a pretty good chunk of change for a couple guys in their early twenties. We figured we were pretty safe since we only sold to friends, and it wasn't like were out standing on a corner or anything.

Well, as it always happens, one of us happened to be speeding after he picked up his stuff. Not sure how much he actually had on him, but he got a 7 year sentence, though he only served 3 and some change.

When he got busted, I cleaned house, deleted numbers, deleted my Myspace with its awesome 420 and legalize it posts, everything. And then I sat back and waited for that inevitable knock to come. And I waited. And waited. And waited. And it never came. After a month or so, my paranoia went away, but I never had more than a dime bag on me again, and never sold either.

Once he got out, he told me they asked a million times who he bought it from and who else he worked with, and he never said anything. Which could be him just talking big, but either way no one besides him did any time, which was great.

Moral of the story is, don't speed, don't snitch.