I though I'd already posted in this thread, but I guess not. I can relate to the story, no, I never killed anyone, but have any of you seen that cartoon with Mickey Mouse, where he get's the brooms flying around, and doesn't know how to stop them? That's sorta how I felt a few years ago, and I'll bet the guy who is the the subject of the story felt the same way. You can fail at dealing drugs, or you can succeed beyond your wildest dreams. I'm not sure which is worse.