I was *almost* arrested once. By almost, I mean I was in handcuffs in the back of a squad car while two officers were holding 5000 Valium tablets that was *found* in my car. For 3 years I had been selling one 5000 bottle per week to a friend who would meet me half way between cities to pick it up. It was cool, I was at low risk (not like I was selling on a corner), I trusted him, known him about 10 years (he was the one who incidentially trained me from 15 years old and intro'd me to roids and competition) anyhow, I was suppose to meet him, same time, same car wash, but he called saying he was with his girl and he wanted to grab it earlier after he left the gym.... so to make a long story short, we agreed to meet at a different place, which unknowingly to me it was a favorite hangout for male prostitiutes (the TARA parking lot - before you ask Ryan). He had been waiting and walking around the parking lot for about 20 minutes because I stopped for gas. I pulled up and parked, he came walking over leaned in the window, we were chatting, then all of a sudden BLUE LIGHTS. He looked up and tore off down the street, they never did catch him. They came over and was going to bust me for prostitution, but I told them I didn't know he was a prostitute, I just stopped to ask for directions (I still had an out of town drivers license then) I noticed the second cop looking my drivers window and his eyes got big and I immediately ended my explanation with "..and he threw something on my floor board" without missing a beat. The other cop held up the bottle and the handcuffs came out then. They kept me for about 45 minutes while they searched my car. They found a map and my school books and that convinced them that I was indeed asking for directions. Plus my prints were not on the bottle. (they dusted)
While I was sitting in the squad car, all I could think of was:
Why was I still doing this?
Was I addicted to making money that badly?
I never even spent the money I made the last three years. There was no way to spend that kind of money without raising eyebrows of the IRS and my parents. (I did take some awesome vacations though)
It was not like I was poor or needed the money, as a matter of fact, each week, I found it a hassle to have to take the cash to the safe deposite box and then set up someone to wire it to my offshore account.
I was lucky. I will keep my nose clean for the rest of my life now.
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