First I want to say I sold powder for ten years. The times were a lot of fun. Most of the people I dealt with were fairly decent people who woke up and went to work everyday but enjoyed partying when they got of. I was always pretty careful and went with my instincts when something didn't seem right. Until a piece of shit called me and wanted to meet up so we could talk about something.
I meet him at a familiar bar and he tells me he needed an eight ball and if its good he needed an ounce tomorrow. He also said he would start needing more a couple times a week. I told him my connect is out of town so I had to get this from someone else just to hold people over. So if he was buying the eight ball to test the quality he should wait until I get something else because the shit I had at the time was garbage. He said it didn't matter. That made me think it was strange, but not enough to think it was a set up. So I sell him the ball game and figured there is no way he is going to get the ounce after this shit. He called me two days later and is telling me how good it was. I knew he couldn't have liked that shit, but at the time I was selling my ounces for $800 or $900 and he was talking about paying $1500. That is another thing that should have thrown up red flags, but my greed only saw green. He tells me he has to call me back and I was laying in bed with my girlfriend at the time. I tell her, something just doesn't feel right about this. She said, well just don't do it. For once in her life that she was right. I did something you should never do. Don't let your greed out way your safe judgement.
I figured I will meet him with nothing on me and see how I feel then. He tells me to jump in the car because he needs to get the rest of the money from ATM. I figure it's ok I don't have shit on me anyway. We turned into the parking lot rite next to a van. The door slid open, they jumped out, grabbed my door yanked me out faster than I had time to think of what was going on. It was all DEA and a couple of state cops ended up there as well. So they patted me down and I say, I'm not the guy you must be looking for, I haven't done anything wrong. They said, its ok, we have a warrant for your house.
My third mistake was getting too comfortable and keeping shit in my house. Luckily I had most of my money stashed somewhere else. That piece of shit set me up. I ended up doing 3 years in prison for that shit. The set up was a little over five years ago been home for two.
When I first started selling shit I would never keep shit in my house and I knew people who did were making big mistakes. So, the most important thing I learned from that experience was, always go with your gut. Next would be, never get too comfortable.
Trying to get into the vending game I see