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Anonymous #1
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 getting paranoid 
#13141118 - 09/02/10 10:48 PM (1 year, 5 months ago) |
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So I just took a three-hour nap. It was real nice and all except for the nightmare.
In this dream, a friend of mine came over; this friend used to be a serious drug addict, but has been clean for a while. But there was some sense of tension relating to her being present. There was never any clear explanation why, then the police came, and had a warrant for some ungodly reason.
The major bulk of the dream consisted of me standing outside while watching them clear absolutely every single one of my belongings out of the house, feeling the fear worsen with each load they carried out. Eventually they came out with a tiny bag of white powder and read me my rights. All I could think about was my parents and my academic career, just now getting off the runway, crashing down.
Then I woke up, and I couldn't even say "Thank God it was only a nightmare" because I feel like it could actually happen. Right now I'm sitting here convincing myself every little noise I hear outside isn't a cop coming up the stairs with a search warrant. A few months ago I went to jail for a day because I had a quarter of mushrooms in my car, so many of the feelings I experienced in my dream were uncomfortably familiar. A day in jail isn't shit, of course, but I know full well that it could be so much worse.
I don't sell the DMT I extract, I keep it for my own personal use and my friends' use. But by the same token, the list of things I potentially have to lose seems to grow longer and longer as I grow older and so does my anxiety surrounding the whole thing. But the thought of letting those petty tyrants arbitrarily take this beautiful thing away from us without lifting a finger seems almost as bad as the thought of the consequences.
What do I do? Should I be like Dale from King of the Hill with some outrageously elaborate and secure hidey-hole? Can I develop an understanding enough of drug law to inoculate myself against anxiety surrounding such petty charges? Should I try to foist the project onto a friend? Any and all advice would be awesome, thanks.
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Anonymous #2
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This little titbit of info is quoted from captain obvious's drug manufacturing 101:
If no one knows it is there, no one can tell the police.
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Anonymous #1
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It's kinda too late for that, I've proudly shared the operation with my friends like a fucking derpy noob.
I need to get it somewhere else.
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Anonymous #3
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Toss it, flush it, do whatever you have to do, then leave it alone for a while, and tell everyone in the know what you did. Then leave it alone till the paranoia's gone, then use your best judgement on what to do next. If you do start up again, don't tell a fucking soul!!!
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Anonymous #2
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Quote:
Anonymous #1 said:
It's kinda too late for that, I've proudly shared the operation with my friends like a fucking derpy noob.
I need to get it somewhere else.
TRUE
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