Was robbed some time ago... time to talk about it..

This is something I really didn't want to talk about but I think it's time because today they caught him..

Before the new year, I was robbed. Listen to my story..
Sigh.............

My parents were vacationing for awhile.. I decided to call my buddy Pedro and tell him that we can finally do shrooms for the first time together in my home. I promised him we'd do this for awhile now. He said he knows a guy that he can trust. So Pedro calls up this dude named Ray and said that we need some.

So Pedro comes over with Ray and we greet each other. Ray turns out to be a really nice smart guy and we quickly become easy friends. The one thing that bothered me was that he was quite the coke-head. He kept sniffing a line every couple of minutes. He was kinda a big dealer yet a young guy in a good college. I was disgusted but curious. It took Ray 3 hours to finally convince me to try it out. If I wouldn't try it out already, he would just continue to annoy me and convince me. So I figured.. well I'm just trying it out.. it couldn't hurt. Not like I'll get addicted and start buying it..

So I tried it... I got hyperactive and wouldn't shut up and the usual thing that it does to you. It was uncut stuff he said.. so it was really good and untouched. Pure.
Actually, I didn't like it. I'm a nice kid, really. I wouldn't wanna do any other drug, I think it was crazy enough to attempt shrooms, but I really didn't wanna try coke. I got really paranoid and the come down was terrible and I was crying out of pure guilt alone in the bathroom.
Ray wanted to hire over some hookers. Jesus what a crazy fucker. I live in a pretty isolated area that no one wants to travel to so I was smart enough to know that they wouldn't come even if we called em and luckily they never came. Ray left home like at 5am. We never got the shrooms. He was supposed to call a friend to drive over but Ray just wanted to chill with us.

Hiring hookers and doing coke was way too much for me to handle. I didn't really wanna see Ray again. He can be really cool and smart, but he was pretty crazy. I called him and he said he can come over again so he did and he was a nicer person cause he didn't wanna look bad. Still didn't get the shrooms though. And most importantly, as much as he tried to convince me, I stayed the fuck away from coke. I think he was trying to get me addicted so I can purchase from him...

You don't understand how ashamed I am for even trying coke. I never told the closest people. My best friend.. my sister.. my gf.. any other internet forum.. random internet people I've never met.. NO ONE! This is the very first time I have ever admitted it.. to you guys.. It feels really good letting it out for once and I'm even shaking as I type this..

Ray realized I was a nice conservative kid so to make me feel better, he called over a nice kid that it turns out he barely knew and simply met at a club or something. Neo happens to be nice. Neo was conservative like me. So having him around was a pleasure and as Ray planned, made me lighten up. Ray and Neo slept over and the next day we chilled all day and Neo called over 2 girls he knew who were also very nice people. We just drank and talked and Ray.. well, did lots of coke as usual while trying to get me hooked as I strongly rejected.

Pedro came over again but so did Ray's friend. Pedro came because Ray finally promised he'd get the shrooms. Ray and his friend said they were going out to get beer so I said ok and we waited and waited and they never returned, and my sacred 60 dollar water pipe was missing! THAT FUCKER TOOK IT! He never returned my calls and finally I left a message saying I was gonna fuckin kill him. Ray finally called back saying he was gonna come over so he did and said that his friend took my pipe because he was high or something.
Turns out Ray was using his friend as an excuse for everything that happens. MY FRIEND DID IT!
So I believed him and Ray said he'll get it back for me. I decided to not get shrooms anymore and I wanted my money back. Ray is a fucking asshole with an asshole friend. Fuck doing shrooms.. fuck drugs.. I just wanted my money back and live my life peacefully again before Ray ever came and fucked my shit up..
We went together outside cause he said he had to meet someone.. when we arrive he suddenly asks me for 150 dollars so he can make a drug deal and sell those drugs to someone or whatever and get the money to pay me and my friend back and pay for my pipe cause I'd rather sell it to him.
WTF?
After a long argument and the dealer even showed up, so what could I do? I had no choice but I gave him all the money I had in my pocket.. He collected 100 from me which includes all the money I won from Street Fighter gambling (yea we had a blast playing sf and we gambled.. won like 50 bucks or so)
I wanted to be smart, so I took his cell phone and camera in case he would fuck me over and run off. While walking to a customers house, he kept bugging me to put the cam and phone in his backpack. I was stupid enough to do this after he kept bothering me.. I dunno why I did that....

He told me to wait in the stairway as he would sell the shit to some dude and pay me back... I waited 45 minutes and called him a lot.. I never heard from him again..

**Later enough, I was called by some acid-head telling me where his acid was. I'm like wtf?! Turns out that Ray gave him my number telling him that his 'friend' (me) was supposed to come and give him the acid so Ray gave him my number to call. I was fucking enraged... I gave this acid head my whole story of what happened. He's a nice kid too who got ripped off. Except in the end after my dramatic story, he goes: "So... do you know.. or have any connections with anyone who has acid?"**



I was asleep and my parents surprisingly came home early (and found beers everywhere.. heh) but were mainly enraged about a lot of stuff missing that i can't believe I didn't notice. Ray and his loser friend robbed me while I wasn't looking. This never happened to me before and next time I am obviously gonna be careful about who comes over.
Long story short, All my father can do is call Ray everyday and scream at him. My father called the police daily to boost their asses.
This is my story. I never told anyone before in my life the full detailed story.

I finally met the detective and I told the him that Pedro and Ray came over to play video games or some bullshit. They don't know that Ray is a dealer and originally came to sell shrooms.

After many months, the new detective finally found Ray by tracing his cell number and got the holder of the person paying the bills. Or maybe it was because that dumbass Ray stole my fathers cell phone and used it like crazy and gave it to his mother as a present. My father simply called Virizon up to get a list of numbers that phone was calling and cancelled his account. The detective paid a visit to Ray's mom. Ray was actually there. He was arrested in front of his mother and taken to the station to be finger printed and completely identified. This is the happiest day today for my father. I haven't seen him happy in so long.. He was so mad at me for many months and couldn't forgive me...

But why am I scared?
Ray has to tell his story to the police. He's mentally strong and wouldn't let shit out so easily. But I'm still worried that the whole drug thing is gonna be mentioned.

I have too much to lose.. A beautiful girlfriend (who hates drugs btw), friends, loving family, a new job..

I'm very afraid right now.. What if I go to jail? Even if I don't there's still the burden of my family finding out what really happened.
The police were cool about pot. It was mainly their first question if there was drinking and smoking. Even when I met the scary mean detective he said "its ok.. you can tell me" and he really didn't seem to give a shit about pot and didn't charge me or anything. Gotta love NY.
But Pedro would have to talk to them too right? He's coming with me later to identify his photo. Pedro is just a young weak kid, he would definetly admit shit to cops if they pressured him. I'm not a good liar because I hate lying. I never lied before. Do I have to go to court? Do I have to swear to oath? What if Ray talks about drugs?

I can't let my family and others know that I attempted to purchase shrooms and even tried coke. I do not know what to do. Please help me.
I have been a great member of this forum and spread great info.
I hope you can do the same for me now..
At least my father is so happy today but now I am scared.

Thank you.

Deny it. Why are they going to take a thief's word over yours?

Alright, so you're a bad liar.. but you have to do something. You're basically saying that you can't lie, but you can't tell them the truth.. I'm sorry that it doesn't work this way.

Either get your story straight in your head so that you can't tell it from the truth, or get ready to admit you did some experimenting and it won't happen again.

I'm sorry you're put into this situation, I'm extremely conservative and I've tried coke a few times. If my family or friends ever knew, I'd be fucked.

I know your guilt.

Thanks. Your post was really helpful.
I could still be a good liar. It's just that I really hate lying. I even studied the facial expressions of lying. Hey, at least the cops before believed my story that I invited him over to just chill.

Yeah this thief is really ghetto and has a crinimal record.
Me and Pedro are just nice kids. I bet I can keep a secret but I hope he can too. He's kinda dumb so he might let shit out, I dunno..

But why would the thief just admit it anyway? I'm thinking they might try to figure out why a person like him was with people like us. If they find out he's a dealer somehow then it's all over.
The detective I met went as far as asking me what I do with Pedro when we chill. There's no way they're not gonna ask him specific questions why he would come over.

for a start pride stop taking anything untill this is sorted out,that way if they say you were taking drug's with them you can take a test and pass ,making him look more like he is trying to blame the victim,ffs m8 dont take peeps ya dont know enough about to your house,ive read loads of your post's and frankly im amazed any1 pulled this on you,because you always come over as a street wise guy,always know where they live so if they shaft ya it's easy to find them.sorry this happend to ya m8 hope it all work's out in your favour and pedro and ray end up punkin is a shower block

o and admit to nothing

Yeah.. It's really my fault. It's common sense not to let a drug dealer in your house unless you really know em. I've known plenty of dealers who are great people and I let them inside and they never stolen from me. But Pedro kept telling me how cool and nice this guy was so I trusted him..
I should have been smart enough to know that Pedro isn't smart enough to know who to trust cause he a naive kid.
I even told myself "be careful man, this kid is young and naive, just cause he trusts him doesn't mean he can be trustworthy..." but I ignored myself.

I don't do any drugs except weed on the weekends including last weekend but I guess I shouldn't smoke at all after it's all over.

Yeah I shoulda gotten more info from him or something but I thought a cell phone number was enough. Just that cops don't want to trace it and if they do, they'll just bullshit and say it mgiht be a stolen phone which is what the first detective told me. (yeah like people would continue to pay bills to let a robber use their phone...).

I'm a pretty smart guy and I've lived in NY all my life.. but I get stupid sometimes. This is the very first time someone has commited a crime against me and the very first time I ever talked to the police.
I can promise that things will be different now and my experience has only made me stronger and I can at least help other people who are in need at the forums.

Again, this is the very first time I ever got so stupid in my whole life.
I've been pretty damn careful my whole life and finally this one time, shit had to go down to hell.
I guess I finally had to experience this shit sooner or later.
So many people here post about their problems of getting in trouble and I thought I'd never have to post in this section, but here I am doing it.

I've been driving without a license for well over 2 years (getting it un-suspended next week) and I haven't been pulled over once. Never.

December, I'm in a parking lot with my girl fooling around having smoked 3 hours earlier and a cop from the snobbier part of town comes to my window.

He smells pot, takes an hour to find it with the help of his partner (the jar and pipe weren't even hidden, just behind my seat) there's about .3 grams left and they still threaten to tear my car apart with police dogs after they find my pot.

They then tell my girl that I'm headed down a bad road at 21 and that if I really cared about her I'd quit my obsession with marijuana. I told them she hadn't smoked (she had) and since I took the blame she went free.

I, however, was cuffed, booked, and released.

1 charge possession of paraph.
1 charge possession of an illegal substance.

Still no sign of a letter from the court.. it's been over 5 months.. Hrm..

*crosses fingers*

hey i got an idea, why don't you just find Ray and kill him!? ha ha hahaha ha ha hahaha ha ha ha hahahahah!HGAHAHAHA HA HA HA!! HA HA HA HA ha fucking kill him HAHAAHA FUCK yeah! kill that son of a bitch!!!!!!!! all you gotta do is find him and use a stun gun on him, then he's yours for the killing.

also, call the police from a payphone and give them his number, and say he is dealing cocaine. i guarantee if you find like 6 of your friends to call the police on him once per day, they'll check it out and find something to book him with. even if they find a dabble of coke on him, that's a fealony; revenge is sweet if you do it right.

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also, call the police from a payphone and give them his number, and say he is dealing cocaine. i guarantee if you find like 6 of your friends to call the police on him once per day, they'll check it out and find something to book him with. even if they find a dabble of coke on him, that's a fealony; revenge is sweet if you do it right.

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you cop.

Okay, Pride, lecture time!

1) When your parents leave you alone in the house while they go out of town, that means they trust you and want to see you be mature and responsible.

2) Don't be afraid to be a dick. If someone suggests something or tries to pressure you into doing something that you don't want to do AND know it's a bad idea, don't be afraid to forcefully tell them to fuck off. If they are your friend, they'll shut the fuck up and drop it. If they continue, just tell them to fuck off and don't have anything to do with them for a while. They'll make themselves feel guilty and will be callingin a few days to apologize. Don't worry about that.

3) Stay away from people who do coke. Even if they seem nice. Even if you have known them for years. People who do lots of coke are fuck-ups and they will screw you over. But...you already found that out.

4) You're not gonna get arrested by the cops for anything. Anything you tell them about isn't serious enough for them bothering to arrest you. Tell the cops exactly what happened and make sure Pedro knows you did it *after* you tell the cops. Either way, the cops know EXACTLY what was going on at your place. They may be fucking asshole nazis, but they aren't stupid.

5) Don't be so upset you did coke. The important thing is you didn't like it. It's a stupid drug anyway- it costs a ton of money for a short buzz that really isn't all that great anyway. See it as something you tried and move on.

6) Try to patch shit up with your parents. And really mean it when you try. You know you fucked up, now do something nice for them. Treat them to their favorite restaurant- buy them tickets to a play- fucking something, dude. You're old man will really be happy, then. :)

7) Dropping the dime on that asshole cokehead is an option. Just know that he may decide to kick your ass if he gets busted. Does he remember where you live? Can you take him? If no and yes, then fuck it and do it. Just don't get too wrapped up in a stupid feud with that waste of space. He's gonna be a loser anyway- coke-dealing thief with a criminal record? Yeah, see, he's not going anywhere in life. Why fuck with him? It's like beating up a bum- no real accomplishment.

8) Don't decide to trust someone because they are "nice". I've done the same thing countless times, ignoring the warning signals a person gave off because they seemed "nice", "cool", or "smart". Without exception, those people have turned out to either fuck me over or held me back from me having a life. Same for you.

Man, I should write a book, huh?

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8) Don't decide to trust someone because they are "nice". [QUOTE]

I used to do that alot until my little incident. I was really new to this and ignorant at the time. This one day I go to the house of the guy who was once my #1 weed guy. He lived in an apartment within biking (my only form of transportation) distance of my house, and he sold decent sacks within the privacy of his home. He was sort of shady, ghetto style, and moved to our town from NYC, however i never wanted to think negatively of him (mistake #1) because of the nature of his friends and his past. Besides, i met him through someone i thought i trusted (a kid who turned out to be a total douche as well sometime later). Anyway, so this particular day, I planned on buying in bulk, so i had about $80 with me (mistake #2) to buy it. I get there and there is only his cousin and these two kids my age, all of whom i had met before. They seemed really nice, and i didnt think they were capable of doing what they did. I told them what I was there for (mistake #3) and they said he would be back around 4:00 in the afternoon and was the only one who could sell it too me. They invited me to roll a few dutchies with them, so i complied. I had to buy the dutchies and some drinks for them cause they were fucking bums, but i didnt care, cause they seemed cool and were gonna give me bud. So we rolled them and smoked them, which was really enjoyable. I got rediculously intoxicated. Like, beyond belief. It was really sweet until i noticed my wallet sitting on the table, my thoughts were all hazy and i couldnt remeber why it was there at the time. $40 was missing. Nice of them to leave the rest huh? Anyway, i hassled them abot it and they played dumb like the jerk offs they were and them i found the $40 under the couch where one of them had tried to hide it. I was still in such a ripped state of mind that i stayed there long enough for them to start hassling me more and trying to simply trick me into giving them money. When this doesnt work, they start hitting me and trying to intimidate and confuse me. They start grabbing for my wallet, and all of a sudden I try to resist and the ghetto cousin trows me up against teh wall. I physically attempt to leave, but only get violently beaten back. I give them $10. Then the one knows i still have money on me, so he goes into the bedroom, and takes out a motherfucking gun. At this point I, give them most of what i have. I only salvaged about $20 because the kid who introduced me to this guy burst in the door to get a cigarette while this was going on. He got me out of it. I thoguht these kids were just harmless wannabe-ghetto losers who wanted $10 for the bud i smoked, but they were fucking thieves. I never, ever trust anyone again when it comes to shit like this unless i really knpw them, which is why i love the guy ive got now. It also makes me want to start selling not for the money but just because i think peaceful stoners like myself deserve not to be messed around with and too get bud without being taken advantage of. I have no intention of starting to sell though, because once a person does, they almost have to get involved with shady people. I'm never dealing with people liek that again.

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It also makes me want to start selling not for the money but just because i think peaceful stoners like myself deserve not to be messed around with and too get bud without being taken advantage of. I have no intention of starting to sell though, because once a person does, they almost have to get involved with shady people. I'm never dealing with people liek that again.

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Well, figure that $70 just paid for the best lesson of your life.

I agree 100% with you. If you want to help out a set of consumers, then grow/deal yourself and do it in an ethical manner. I don't deal anymore, but when I did I always dealt with everyone fairly: no short bags, consistently had supply, never required payment for weed before I went to get it, etc. As a result, I had a very good reputation as a dealer.

The biggest problem with the drug trade is that it's run by CRIMINALS! You don't see sales representatives from Merck of Pzifer having gunbattles in the street over who can sell Viagra.

I wish a trade guild of ethical drug dealers could be created to self-regulate the industry. But, due to the nature of the trade and the fact that it is overwhelmingly controlled by those who have no ethics, it is virtually impossible to organize. And, besides, since most drug dealers are criminals or just undisciplined, they wouldn't really want to have to abide by the guild's rules.

You have my moral support to start growing and dealing your own. A few tips:

-Establish a list of clients to whom you will deal. Only deal to them and no one else.
-Make sure your clients are trustworthy. If they screw you over, don't be afraid to dut them off. Make your clients aware up front that you are holding them to a certain level of trust and that you supply them at your leisure.
-Don't get greedy. Set the level you want to deal at and don't expand beyond it without SERIOUS thought. Examples include: size of grow, number of clients, expand product offering beyond weed,
-Be consistent. Always have product on hand. Always have the bags weigh the same- 7grams per quarter, 28grams per ounce. No more, no less.
-Charge prices that take the convenience you provide into consideration. If you are going to have 24/7 availability to your clients and you make it easy for them to score a bag, they should have to pay more. If they want to pay less, they can try Johnny-corner-dealer, who may give them a short bag or just fucking rob them instead. IOW, if they can score a bag from you within 60 minutes every time, they should pay more for that luxury.
-Don't front product, ever!

I could go on and on, but I really should get back to work.

Good luck!

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3) Stay away from people who do coke. Even if they seem nice. Even if you have known them for years. People who do lots of coke are fuck-ups and they will screw you over. But...you already found that out.


Man, I should write a book, huh?

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I actually didn't know he was a coke-head until he came over and when I entered my room after going to the bathroom, he's already sniffing heavy lines of coke and it freaked me the fuck out but I tried to respect his choice to do that stuff.

Yes, you should write a book.

Since I can't edit cause this forum kinda sucks, I'll have to double post:

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3) Stay away from people who do coke. Even if they seem nice. Even if you have known them for years. People who do lots of coke are fuck-ups and they will screw you over. But...you already found that out.


Man, I should write a book, huh?

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I actually didn't know he was a coke-head until he came over and when I entered my room after going to the bathroom, I caught him RIGHT when he was sniffing a heavy line of coke as his nose made that loud 'sniff' sound and it freaked me the fuck out but I tried to respect his choice to do that stuff. I mean he was there to give me shrooms, so who am I to yell at him for doing coke, ya know?

Yes, you should write a book.

Are coke heads really like that? Does long time use make them fuck you over and stuff? He fucks over his friend ALL the time cause whenever there was a mess or something missing or whatever he would say "MY FRIEND DID IT!" and I'm realizing... wtf, why is he blaming his friend all the time? That's his close long time best friend and he's fucking him over every fucking time?
Then I realized it's really because he's giving his friend coke for free all the time so his friend doesn't care enough if Ray fucks him over.


I already did something nice for my parents btw. I got a job. This is quite an accomplishment cause I'm a lazy fuck playing Counter Strike all the time. This is the first time I got a job and they're extremely happy. Not only that but I'm sure you guys read about my dad's night out with his friend in the Experience section of the forum. This is absolutely the happiest period of time for my dad and the worst for Ray.

Pride,

Yeah, most cokeheads fuck people over. I have known several throughout the country and without exception, they are thieves and liars. You can consider it a big red flag if you meet someone who does that crap a lot.

Congratulations on getting a job! Make sure to save your money for a house, car and/or education. Don't go paying your friends' way just because you have money and they don't. Don't go buy stupid shit like jewelry, expensive clothes or CD's. You get the idea.

Okay, one more thing, and don't laugh because I'm totally fucking serious: set up a retirement account and make regular contributions to it. You sound young, so even if you put $50/month away now, you'll be a millionaire in no time. I fucked up and had the chance to do this. Now, retirement is MUCH closer and I don't have shit for it. So, I'm gonna work until I die. Shit... Even if you put $10 per paycheck aside, you'll have tons of cash set aside for retirement before you know it. Yet one more thing you can do to make your folks happy.

Good luck!

if your parents know you smoke and are ok with it, then maybe its time to tell them the truth. you are so ashamed of your experience, i think they'll have complete faith that you will never EVER do it again.

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This is something I really didn't want to talk about but I think it's time because today they caught him..

Before the new year, I was robbed. Listen to my story..
Sigh.............

My parents were vacationing for awhile.. I decided to call my buddy Pedro and tell him that we can finally do shrooms for the first time together in my home. I promised him we'd do this for awhile now. He said he knows a guy that he can trust. So Pedro calls up this dude named Ray and said that we need some.

So Pedro comes over with Ray and we greet each other. Ray turns out to be a really nice smart guy and we quickly become easy friends. The one thing that bothered me was that he was quite the coke-head. He kept sniffing a line every couple of minutes. He was kinda a big dealer yet a young guy in a good college. I was disgusted but curious. It took Ray 3 hours to finally convince me to try it out. If I wouldn't try it out already, he would just continue to annoy me and convince me. So I figured.. well I'm just trying it out.. it couldn't hurt. Not like I'll get addicted and start buying it..

So I tried it... I got hyperactive and wouldn't shut up and the usual thing that it does to you. It was uncut stuff he said.. so it was really good and untouched. Pure.
Actually, I didn't like it. I'm a nice kid, really. I wouldn't wanna do any other drug, I think it was crazy enough to attempt shrooms, but I really didn't wanna try coke. I got really paranoid and the come down was terrible and I was crying out of pure guilt alone in the bathroom.
Ray wanted to hire over some hookers. Jesus what a crazy fucker. I live in a pretty isolated area that no one wants to travel to so I was smart enough to know that they wouldn't come even if we called em and luckily they never came. Ray left home like at 5am. We never got the shrooms. He was supposed to call a friend to drive over but Ray just wanted to chill with us.

Hiring hookers and doing coke was way too much for me to handle. I didn't really wanna see Ray again. He can be really cool and smart, but he was pretty crazy. I called him and he said he can come over again so he did and he was a nicer person cause he didn't wanna look bad. Still didn't get the shrooms though. And most importantly, as much as he tried to convince me, I stayed the fuck away from coke. I think he was trying to get me addicted so I can purchase from him...

You don't understand how ashamed I am for even trying coke. I never told the closest people. My best friend.. my sister.. my gf.. any other internet forum.. random internet people I've never met.. NO ONE! This is the very first time I have ever admitted it.. to you guys.. It feels really good letting it out for once and I'm even shaking as I type this..

Ray realized I was a nice conservative kid so to make me feel better, he called over a nice kid that it turns out he barely knew and simply met at a club or something. Neo happens to be nice. Neo was conservative like me. So having him around was a pleasure and as Ray planned, made me lighten up. Ray and Neo slept over and the next day we chilled all day and Neo called over 2 girls he knew who were also very nice people. We just drank and talked and Ray.. well, did lots of coke as usual while trying to get me hooked as I strongly rejected.

Pedro came over again but so did Ray's friend. Pedro came because Ray finally promised he'd get the shrooms. Ray and his friend said they were going out to get beer so I said ok and we waited and waited and they never returned, and my sacred 60 dollar water pipe was missing! THAT FUCKER TOOK IT! He never returned my calls and finally I left a message saying I was gonna fuckin kill him. Ray finally called back saying he was gonna come over so he did and said that his friend took my pipe because he was high or something.
Turns out Ray was using his friend as an excuse for everything that happens. MY FRIEND DID IT!
So I believed him and Ray said he'll get it back for me. I decided to not get shrooms anymore and I wanted my money back. Ray is a fucking asshole with an asshole friend. Fuck doing shrooms.. fuck drugs.. I just wanted my money back and live my life peacefully again before Ray ever came and fucked my shit up..
We went together outside cause he said he had to meet someone.. when we arrive he suddenly asks me for 150 dollars so he can make a drug deal and sell those drugs to someone or whatever and get the money to pay me and my friend back and pay for my pipe cause I'd rather sell it to him.
WTF?
After a long argument and the dealer even showed up, so what could I do? I had no choice but I gave him all the money I had in my pocket.. He collected 100 from me which includes all the money I won from Street Fighter gambling (yea we had a blast playing sf and we gambled.. won like 50 bucks or so)
I wanted to be smart, so I took his cell phone and camera in case he would fuck me over and run off. While walking to a customers house, he kept bugging me to put the cam and phone in his backpack. I was stupid enough to do this after he kept bothering me.. I dunno why I did that....

He told me to wait in the stairway as he would sell the shit to some dude and pay me back... I waited 45 minutes and called him a lot.. I never heard from him again..

**Later enough, I was called by some acid-head telling me where his acid was. I'm like wtf?! Turns out that Ray gave him my number telling him that his 'friend' (me) was supposed to come and give him the acid so Ray gave him my number to call. I was fucking enraged... I gave this acid head my whole story of what happened. He's a nice kid too who got ripped off. Except in the end after my dramatic story, he goes: "So... do you know.. or have any connections with anyone who has acid?"**



I was asleep and my parents surprisingly came home early (and found beers everywhere.. heh) but were mainly enraged about a lot of stuff missing that i can't believe I didn't notice. Ray and his loser friend robbed me while I wasn't looking. This never happened to me before and next time I am obviously gonna be careful about who comes over.
Long story short, All my father can do is call Ray everyday and scream at him. My father called the police daily to boost their asses.
This is my story. I never told anyone before in my life the full detailed story.

I finally met the detective and I told the him that Pedro and Ray came over to play video games or some bullshit. They don't know that Ray is a dealer and originally came to sell shrooms.

After many months, the new detective finally found Ray by tracing his cell number and got the holder of the person paying the bills. Or maybe it was because that dumbass Ray stole my fathers cell phone and used it like crazy and gave it to his mother as a present. My father simply called Virizon up to get a list of numbers that phone was calling and cancelled his account. The detective paid a visit to Ray's mom. Ray was actually there. He was arrested in front of his mother and taken to the station to be finger printed and completely identified. This is the happiest day today for my father. I haven't seen him happy in so long.. He was so mad at me for many months and couldn't forgive me...

But why am I scared?
Ray has to tell his story to the police. He's mentally strong and wouldn't let shit out so easily. But I'm still worried that the whole drug thing is gonna be mentioned.

I have too much to lose.. A beautiful girlfriend (who hates drugs btw), friends, loving family, a new job..

I'm very afraid right now.. What if I go to jail? Even if I don't there's still the burden of my family finding out what really happened.
The police were cool about pot. It was mainly their first question if there was drinking and smoking. Even when I met the scary mean detective he said "its ok.. you can tell me" and he really didn't seem to give a shit about pot and didn't charge me or anything. Gotta love NY.
But Pedro would have to talk to them too right? He's coming with me later to identify his photo. Pedro is just a young weak kid, he would definetly admit shit to cops if they pressured him. I'm not a good liar because I hate lying. I never lied before. Do I have to go to court? Do I have to swear to oath? What if Ray talks about drugs?

I can't let my family and others know that I attempted to purchase shrooms and even tried coke. I do not know what to do. Please help me.
I have been a great member of this forum and spread great info.
I hope you can do the same for me now..
At least my father is so happy today but now I am scared.

Thank you.

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Remember one thing blood is thicker than money. It sounds like your rents love you and one thing you dont want to do is not come straight up with your dad. Do it in private if nessesary. In the immortal words of Nike just do it. You dont want to make your dad look bad by finding out by that user.

I remember explaning to my dad what I did when I snuck out with my brother out one night as a kid. The next A.M. was the day of recconing. I had just decided that trust was more important than saving my hide. Funny thing was that was the only thing my dad was worried about.

I can't say what your situation is or what will happen but I can say that later on when you look back you will be glad you did.
I have seen detectives lie to me and tell me what they thought I wanted to hear so dont belive everything they say. Not that all are bad though. Just like everyone else.

You will sleep better and so will you parents when all is said and done.

Good luck and just know that its just one of lifes lessons. Learn from it and move on.
peace always
brotherbud

Just curious do you live in new mexico?? I know a coke dealer named ramond who is the exact same way?

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Originally Posted by Davidj56

Just curious do you live in new mexico?? I know a coke dealer named ramond who is the exact same way?

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That would be funny.

The clown dude is mostly right, but never snitch. If your are doing anything illegal you always take the chance of going down. If you have snitched in the past god help you. The joint or even county lock up is not the place to have that rap. You will get fucked up if you survive. And your past will find a way into the joint, happens every time. What needs to be done is not snitch but fuck them up your self, car fire, ass whipping etc. What the clown dude said about how to sell is right on the money. If more people sold this way the world would be much nicer, but dont hold your breath and start sticking half of all profits in the bank. This is to that IAN dude, your a cop, and if not your a snitch bitch that no one should ever sell anything to. And this is for Brotherbud, RIGHT ON brother, those is words to live by.

Holy shit..

I came in to indentify Ray. The way cops do it is by sticking the suspect's picture in 5 other pictures to see if you can still tell him apart by look alikes.

Lemme tell you what Ray looks like..
He's a fat ass black male with a cesar style haircut.

None of those pictures were Ray...
ALL THE PICTURES HE SHOWED ME WERE HISPANIC KIDS!
Except for one picture that had a funny looking Asian kid.

The fuckin cops went to an innocent occupied family's home and took an innocent hispanic kid away in front of his mother and brought him in to be indentified (finger printed, picture taken, etc)
He pointed out Ray after I said none of the pictures were him and Ray is apparaently a young skinny Mexican kid with a lot of hair.

I'm literally cracking up in my mind and going nuts.
DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A BALD FAT BLACK GUY TO YOU?!?!?!
IT LOOKS LIKE A SKINNY MEXICAN ELVIS YOU STUPID COPS!!

I also didn't like how a giant fucking Burger King (and a small dunkin donuts) was right next to the station. I even asked the clerks there if their customers are mostly cops and they said yes.

No wonder every fuckin cop in the station were fat and lazy as fuck.

So, did you tell the cops who Ray was?

If so, are they going to get him?

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Originally Posted by Pride

Even when I met the scary mean detective he said "its ok.. you can tell me" and he really didn't seem to give a shit about pot and didn't charge me or anything. Gotta love NY.

Thank you.

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I do love N.Y. But, when I was in college, someone told me about how the State Troopers hated Pot.

Then a couple years later, a State Trooper pulled me over on a city street and said that I didn't come to a complete stop at the stop-sign. Eventually, he gave me a possession of marijuana ticket, because I had an a bowl on me. No weed.

I'd assume the detective was a city cop.

I'm sure its been said, but I did not ready anything else but your story.

It will be very easy for them to think the Ray is only trying to take you down with him when he tells them what happened. Get a leg to stand on and stick to it. If it goes to court, things get that much harder, you'll have to lie to stand on that leg. Not something good, but its your ass and your reputation with your family to uphold over confessing that some dirt fucking scumbag convinced you to snort coke and tried to get you shrooms.

Delete all your cookies on your computer, too. If things escalate to a certain point and you're a young kid that spends some time on a PC, the cops can get your parents to understand that there could be vital truths on your PC that they need to see. It happed to a teenager I used to help get high because noone else hung out with him and he was always depressed staring at the road so I get him high one day, and he sends me a lot of emails teling me how much he loves pot and me for getting him high and stuff, then he cuts his wrists or something, and only by my ISPs good graces was my information givien to police when they searched his pc and found emails from me talking to him about drugs and stuff. I was warned that they tried to push them into giving them my personal information, but a no disclosure agreement saved me, even from the law man. Anyway, make sure your PC is clean, because its something they could try to drag into the situation if it goes into your word against his and they don't know who to buy it from.

THEY CAUGHT RAY!

We called a phone company and found his father's number linked to his cell phone. We then traced his father's number and got an address. The police went and found that Ray lives there.
We now have Ray's social security number, date of birth (turns out he lied about his age), and more.
My dad is suing him and taking him to civil court and the detective said I don't even have to show up.
BUT
I have to tell my story and sign it.

Whatever happens, happens.. I'm so sick of seeing my dad go crazy over this situation that I'm willing to get in any trouble just as long as Ray is caught.
My father has been going insane (he's manic/bypolar) and started becoming addicted to alcohol and scared my family with his vast yelling everyday.
But today he is at peace and it seems like the family is happy again.

I regret losing face and looking scared by posting this thread.
But it felt good letting it out because there's not a soul I have told.
Not my best friend, my close sister, anyone.
Just you guys.

Ray is caught and fucked. My dad is happy, and I think things are finally going to be back to normal like how it was a year ago before shit go so fucked up.

well Ray, never showed up at the station as he was told so it made him a wanted man.

But the moron got caught smoking a blunt right out in the streets last night and he was thrown in a junky truck where junkies would piss and shit on the floor.

Today I had to come to identify him at a line uip and I pointed him out.

I have to go to court and explain everything that happened so that's gonna be weird.