Drug stories
I am not making this up, but I won't
vouch for the rest of the links in the chair of custody.
Three college buddies, each with a
unique skill set and resources, decided to make a lot of money in a
one time venture by manufacturing and selling a massive amount of
high quality LSD.
Combing their assets, they secured a
place to function as combination lab and factory. The chemist set to
work while the contact guy went to the coast to begin negotiations
with the biker gangs they were going to sell to.
Once the batch was finished, he set off
to exchange the LSD for the suitcase of cash. The others stayed
behind and using mops soaked in rubbing alcohol, wiped down every
surface of the lab, then set fire to it. The alcohol burned
fiercely, destroying everything in the lab and removing any evidence
that could be traced to the chemist and his partners.
Within a day, Drug Enforcement Agency
agents where sifting for through the rubble, looking for clues to the
one time students. As for the students, once they paid off their
remaining expenses and split up the rest of the cash, they never did
anything like that again.
When my therapist finished telling me
this story, I initially thought, “Cool!” But, knowing just a
little about these things from (extremely limited) personal
experience and lot from reading crime novels, I was certain that this
was not the last time any of them tried to do something like that.
The world has plenty of corpses from capricious people who thought
they could only going to do something once and never again.
It wasn't until years later I thought
to ask, “why is he telling me this?”
Notes
God of destruction as chemist moves about his yard, killing ants w/spray. Then picking up dog crap, reflectiing on what is life is now that he is middleaged, broke and alone. He misses is youth and strength.
80 degrees at 10 am
He is about to lose his house, housing crisis. He thinks about the time inb school when he and his friends made a big score, each swearing it was a one time deal.
His friends didn't honor that promise, living lives of adrenanel fuelded chaos-extreme sports, shady businesses on the fringe of the law, addiction, jail, etc.
Don't forget the cop to prison guard to parole officer continuum of crazy
Notes
God of destruction as chemist moves about his yard, killing ants w/spray. Then picking up dog crap, reflectiing on what is life is now that he is middleaged, broke and alone. He misses is youth and strength.
80 degrees at 10 am
He is about to lose his house, housing crisis. He thinks about the time inb school when he and his friends made a big score, each swearing it was a one time deal.
His friends didn't honor that promise, living lives of adrenanel fuelded chaos-extreme sports, shady businesses on the fringe of the law, addiction, jail, etc.
Don't forget the cop to prison guard to parole officer continuum of crazy
While I agree that this could have happened it is highly unlikely that any college student would ever return with money from a biker gang for drugs,he would be lucky to return at all! The one deal that I know of involving bikers and the sale of drugs ended up with the guy badly beaten and not paid. Who knows though, maybe they happened upon that one really nice biker gang.
ReplyDeleteSo, why was he telling you this? He was probably intimidated by your overpowering coolness and blurt out the only story he knew that might make him sound cool too.
Duane, this guy was the forensic psychologist for Vermont, this is probably one of his tamer tales.
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