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OpusCrosby
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BUSTED!! Before I even started!!!
Well, so much for getting juiced up!
At first I thought I'd just go to Mexico every week and do an injection down there and not run the risk of bringing it back. So I went down to see what the pharmacies offered in Tijuana. I found one that had a good supply and would give me good prices if I bought a whole bunch at a time.
I still wasn't sure what I should do, so I didn't buy anything at that time. Coming back through the border the customs agent asked if I was a US citizen. Before I could answer yes, he waved me through! What a breeze!!! No searches, no I.D., just a simple, "yeah," from my lips! Piece of cake!!
So, this weekend I went down and decided that if it was that simple to get through, why bother driving accross every week, why not just get it all and bring it back.
So I did. I thought of an ingenious place to put it all, inside my spare tire. So I stuffed it all in some baggies and spaced it out so it would all fit and pumped it back with enough pressure to make it look like it was full and reinstalled it in place.
Well, you can tell by my tone that things didn't go so well this time. I don't think I looked any more nervous than the first time through, but the first thing the agent said was, "anything to declare?" and I said nope. Then he asked me to pull into this long line of cars on the side and to step out of the car. Minutes later a big federal truck with some sort of X-ray rod overhead passed through the row of about 25 cars. Next thing I know, this dude in a lowrider and I are singled out and told to stay put while everyone else was let go.
They asked me again if I had anything they should know about before they started looking and I started to sweat, but still said no. They reminded me it was a federal crime to lie to a customs agent.
Homeboy lowrider had the same answer and so we both were escorted to another bay. They started with hommie first and I could see them pulling out bags of pot from his trunk.... The agents got all excited about that and soon there were about 20 over by the lowrider. Then two guys came over to me. Where do you think the first place they check was? Yep, right in my spare tire. BUSTED! The agents didn't really seem to care about their find, they were hoping they'd find some coke or pot like the last guy.... But nope, just some juice.
Long story short, since I didn't have any kind of record before, they slapped me on the wrist and took all my stuff. I have to pay a $6250 fine (I had to pay $1000 on the spot to keep the car from being impounded!). Somehow they totaled up the street value and added some fine on top... Whatever! They said if I do it again and get caught, it's a straight ticket to jail! It's a cloud on my passport forever now, though, which sucks big time since I do all kinds of international travel.
Don't know what happened to hommie, his car was still there when they let me go 5 hours later. I'm sure he didn't fair as well as I did. For that I'm thankful.
It sucks big time, but oh well.... The funniest thing (if there WAS such a thing) is that the big black officer who was questioning me most of the time (who looked pretty juiced himself) said, "don't you know this stuff is dangerous? Don't you watch TV? Haven't you seen the baseball player's grand jury testimony?"
VIVA MEXICO!
Well, so much for getting juiced up!
At first I thought I'd just go to Mexico every week and do an injection down there and not run the risk of bringing it back. So I went down to see what the pharmacies offered in Tijuana. I found one that had a good supply and would give me good prices if I bought a whole bunch at a time.
I still wasn't sure what I should do, so I didn't buy anything at that time. Coming back through the border the customs agent asked if I was a US citizen. Before I could answer yes, he waved me through! What a breeze!!! No searches, no I.D., just a simple, "yeah," from my lips! Piece of cake!!
So, this weekend I went down and decided that if it was that simple to get through, why bother driving accross every week, why not just get it all and bring it back.
So I did. I thought of an ingenious place to put it all, inside my spare tire. So I stuffed it all in some baggies and spaced it out so it would all fit and pumped it back with enough pressure to make it look like it was full and reinstalled it in place.
Well, you can tell by my tone that things didn't go so well this time. I don't think I looked any more nervous than the first time through, but the first thing the agent said was, "anything to declare?" and I said nope. Then he asked me to pull into this long line of cars on the side and to step out of the car. Minutes later a big federal truck with some sort of X-ray rod overhead passed through the row of about 25 cars. Next thing I know, this dude in a lowrider and I are singled out and told to stay put while everyone else was let go.
They asked me again if I had anything they should know about before they started looking and I started to sweat, but still said no. They reminded me it was a federal crime to lie to a customs agent.
Homeboy lowrider had the same answer and so we both were escorted to another bay. They started with hommie first and I could see them pulling out bags of pot from his trunk.... The agents got all excited about that and soon there were about 20 over by the lowrider. Then two guys came over to me. Where do you think the first place they check was? Yep, right in my spare tire. BUSTED! The agents didn't really seem to care about their find, they were hoping they'd find some coke or pot like the last guy.... But nope, just some juice.
Long story short, since I didn't have any kind of record before, they slapped me on the wrist and took all my stuff. I have to pay a $6250 fine (I had to pay $1000 on the spot to keep the car from being impounded!). Somehow they totaled up the street value and added some fine on top... Whatever! They said if I do it again and get caught, it's a straight ticket to jail! It's a cloud on my passport forever now, though, which sucks big time since I do all kinds of international travel.
Don't know what happened to hommie, his car was still there when they let me go 5 hours later. I'm sure he didn't fair as well as I did. For that I'm thankful.
It sucks big time, but oh well.... The funniest thing (if there WAS such a thing) is that the big black officer who was questioning me most of the time (who looked pretty juiced himself) said, "don't you know this stuff is dangerous? Don't you watch TV? Haven't you seen the baseball player's grand jury testimony?"
VIVA MEXICO!
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Some day you'll look back and laugh like a mo-fo at this
