From: pez@manhattan.com (Gizmo) Subject: The Adventures Of Smacks Past, Part 3 (The Case Of Dope That Almost Got Away) Date: 1996/09/20 newsgroups: alt.drugs.hard "The Dope That Almost Got Away" ############################################ Okay, it was around 1969 or 1970 I believe. I was down to my last four deuces ($2 bags) at that time. I figured, why wait until I was completely out of stuff to go cop. Hell, I wasn't sick yet, so I mind as well try to get more now. I put the four bags of stuff into my wallet and call my pal Squitter. He was the one I went with last night to cop. I had about $20. Squitter comes by with his car and picks me up. He's got someone else with him this time. Another neighborhood fiend, whom I know but who's name I can't recall. We drive a few miles south to the Laconia section of the Bronx. 226th Street and Bronxwood Avenue to be exact. We pull the car over, and Squiiter gets out with the money and goes up to the connections apartment. After what seems like hours but of course was only ten minutes he comes down and says, "nothing happening yet, the man is busy baggin up." No dope fiend wants to hear this shit, but what are you gonna do. We decide to wait the half hour or so. Well, we are wating there in a not very risky neighborhood, but any wating for dope sucks, and even though I'm not sick yet, my stomach is starting to turn. Then a car pulls up behind us and, yea, you guessed it, it's the cops. Plain clothes dedectives. We are all sitting in Squitters car and I see them coming. Now I'm shitting a brick. I've got the four bags of stuff on me. If they search us, I'm fucked. Well, there is not much time to think of anything, so I just pull my wallet out and shove it under the front seat of the car. By this time, the cops are at the windows. There are three of them. They motion for the driver to get out and tell the rest of us to stay where we are with our hands where they can see them. I wisper to the guy in the front seat that I've got stuff in my wallet that I just shoved under his seat. His reaction is less than cheerful! Well, of course they ask Squitter for his ID/Drivers License etc. He tells them that he can't find it. Now this is a no no. If you can't at least show cops your ID, your bound to get takin in, just for that. So the cops are not happy about this. They now ask me and the other guy to get out of the car. We are all standing outside the car. The cops ask us what the fuck we are doing there? As if they don't know, right? There bugging the shit out of me. Searching through my pockets. Searching all of our person's. Looking for something to pinch us on. They ask me for my ID. I tell them that I left it home. Another bad move. Now, I'm convinced we are all fucked. In fact the only one of us that was able to produce ID, was the guy in the front passenger seat. You think, one out of three is going to get us off? NOT. With the car empty, they start searching the car next. Anybody want to guess what we are all going through by now? I'm standing right by the side window of the back door, watching this cop reach under the front seat as he searches the car. If he finds my wallet, I'm busted. He's reaching under. He's looking, and looking, and looking. Finally he finds it. SHIT, DAMN. He pulls out the wallet. My heart goes to my knees. Then, I look again. The wallet he's got is NOT MINE! Holy shit, I say to myself. He found the drivers wallet!!! They look under the seat a few more times, but they stop by now. Satisfied that they have the drivers wallet. They search it and pull Squitters ID out. Satisfied that we are not carrying anything, they tell us to "get the fuck out of here." Still shaking, we slowly drive away. Again, this time, luck is wth me. And yea, those four bags feel better than anything in the world by the time I get home and do them. Gizmo P.S. If any of these tales stimulate anyone to go out and start doing this stuff, please reconsider, IF YOU CAN. While, these tales are neat, often times they are more fun to remember than they were to actually live through. So, watch it. If you want thrills, go and become an espionage agent.