Busted for Selling Hash

In the second year, I pretty dropped most of my courses and focused on selling drugs.  Too bad I got busted  I guess it was bound to happen.  There was so much drug use and drug dealing going on at school.  I sold a gram to a narc.  Funny thing is, I knew he was I narc, but I sold it to him anyway.  I was so stoned I didn’t know what to do. 

I had just finished smoking a monster spliff when the narc came to my door.  “Somebody said I could buy a gram here”, he says.  I had about 20 grams in my pocket and the room was full of smoke.  I thought if I didn’t sell it I probably get busted anyway.  So I sold him a gram.  He said thanks and walked away but I just knew he was a narc.  Sure enough, about a week later I came home and my door was wide open, my clothes were thrown all over the place, and there was a card from the police sitting on my desk.  When I left earlier that morning, I was just after buying a quarter pound of hash (4 oz).  I weighed out 20 grams and put them in my desk.  I put the rest of the chunk in a drawer, under my clothes.  Then I locked my door and started heading  downtown. 

Five minutes later, I came back thinking, “I should hide that better”, so I put it in a case of beer bottles.  When I checked my room after the search, the 20 grams were gone but the big chunk was still there!  Mixed feelings there.  I was busted but it would have been a lot worse if they had found the big piece.  This pretty much ended my university days.  I was allowed to finish the year but I was kicked out of residence. 

[Editors Note: In what was a very bizarre coincidence, on the day that he was expelled from residence, his horoscope in the city newspaper read, “Expect a change in residence …”]

I moved in (illegally) with a couple of friends who shared a room in residence.  This was where I first tried heroin. One of the guys was from Hong Kong and every month he would get his friend to mail him a few grams.  I snorted a big line of it one night and I got really sick.  I remember standing up and it seemed like the walls took off in different directions.  I fell down and crawled to the toilet and puked over and over again.  I looked in the mirror and my skin was almost blue.  I felt terrible but I wanted to try it again.

For the bust, I got a $600 fine.  No big deal really but I got a criminal record for it.  That was the worst that happened. [Unfortunately, this criminal record would haunt him for the rest of his life]

Below is the document from his sentencing: