Thought I would just share today's DNM adventure.
I've been around since early days of SR1. My associate had a package seized and had calls from LE about a year ago but he burned that address and moved on with life. I myself just posted about mail being slow b/c I had a priority package that was taking a while. Same thing that happened when my associate had his seized, so call me paranoid....anyhooo...I go to my PO box and there is a marked sheriff's car (this is way out in the boonies). I pull into parking lot and he is on me, tailgating, following every turn. oh shit oh shit. think quickly- nothing in car (I mean...I don't think so but junkies are notoriously ADD so who knows). I pull into a gas station and he goes on without turning. I hang out there for a bit. Don't see him turning around and DAMN I NEEED THAT PACKAGE....go back into the p. o box store. There is an older guy wearing coat (though it isn't cold out). Buzz cut. Looks like...who knows...I'm paranoid ok? The guy is just leaning against the wall not talking to employees. I fumble around like I'm mailing something. Pull out an old book of Buddhist meditation techniques and pretend I'm about to mail it.
Old guy watches me for a bit. Finally says to one of the employees, "I think I'll just wait for my copies to be finished." Oh, ok he's just farting around. I fumble around a bit more. The guy approaches me and looks at my book. Say, what do you have there?
Oh I am mailing this book of Buddhist meditation to a friend. Are you into Buddhism?
-Can't say I am. Can I see what it looks like inside?
Uhh...sure (flip through pages)....just a book of techniques. You know. Meditation and all.
-Well, that's good. It's good to know about things.
Yes sir, it sure is.
UPS store kid: "Sir your copies are ready."
I look at the top copy of his stuff: "Weapons training for law enforcement." WTF!!!!!!!!!
Umm, I think I lost the address, guys. Let me go look in my car.
(I leave and go to car. I notice old guy leaves and gets in new pickup truck).
Shit. I really need my package though. Fuck it. Walk back into store. Looking glass reflection to see if anybody behind me.
Open mailbox- it's there. Open- looks ok. Put meds in pocket and walk out ready to hear "Put your hands where I can see them!!"
Nothing. Get in car. Go home. Get high. Calm the fuck down.
I hope you all have a pleasant Easter.
sounds like everything but your addiction is telling you to clean house