testimony from a criminal

Svt

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Growing up, I had this close friend. He and I did everything together. Unfortunately, we started parting ways during our senior year in high school. He began hanging out with the low-lifes and I chose not to be around that crowd.

Several years have passed since I last saw my buddy. Then all of a sudden, he and I bumped into each other at the mall. We did our normal friendly greetings. Afterwards, he asked me to stop by his place some time to "chat".

I relunctantly drove over to his pad. Damn, did he ever have a nice house! A nice BMW 740 was parked in the driveway. Expensive furnishings, two motorcycles, etc. I asked him what the hell is he doing to afford all these luxuries. At first he side-stepped the question.

We began talking about old times. Memories of our youth and all the trouble we got into became the popular topic. Even with his new surroundings, my old friend was still the same person I remembered but there was something different. I guess after the initial "interview" he began opening up to me. He stated that even though we haven't talked in many years, he still could trust me.

I found out that he began selling dope when he got out of high school. After he gave up that life, he became a "local distributor". He no longer sold the sh!t on the streets. Now he just buygs some "stuff" by the truckload. Without saying in so many words, I knew what the stuff was. I was taken back at the comments. Anger ran through my blood at the very thought of him selling sh!t but I regained my composure and asked him questions. I figured I could find out first hand from a "criminal" what impact gun regs had on them.

I asked him, is it any harder for him to get a hold of guns. He laughed and took me to a small back room. There, I almost drooled all over the floor and died. He had various class III guns, handguns, assault rifles, hi-caps blah blah blah. Of course, none were legally bought. His exact quote, "Yeah auto's are a little bit harder to get. The prices are a little bit higher. Pistols and assault rifles are still easy. I just have to pay more for them." He hopes the government stops passing more gun regs too because buying SMG's are getting expensive. He's sick of paying $2000 for an auto. I was like WTF???????? I told him how much H&K's and M16's cost me. He almost fell on the floor laughing.. geezus

Well, we eventually parted ways. I was caught up with much confusion. In many ways, he was the same best friend I knew. However, there definitely was a person I did not recognize standing there. We agreed to go have lunch this week. There are lots of things he wanted to catch up on. At the same time, there were many "questions" I wanted answers to.

gun control... yeah, it really works

[This message has been edited by Svt (edited March 27, 2000).]
 
I sure hope for your sake the DEA doesn't have a tap on his phone, or have him under surveillance. You'll end up on a list. You'd hate to be there if/when they take him down too.... you'll be answering some questions, for sure.

You also want to not be at his house when a rival comes to rip him off, or other crazy sh-t.

If I were you, I'd only meet him at some neutral location. Be safe and smart.

[This message has been edited by Covert Mission (edited March 27, 2000).]
 
Svt, no offense intended, but I think drug dealers are the lowest form of life on this earth. The few I've known wouldn't get a word from me unless it was obscene. And, if I could do so legally, I'd blow every last one away and sleep like a baby.

Your old friend's comments on getting guns, though, is no surprise. Too bad you couldn't get him on a prime-time network news show.

Dick
 
Either follow Covert's advice or stay away from this guy. The kind of trouble or suspicion he could bring on you or your family isn't worth it.
 
FWIW, I also once knew a highly succesful dope dealer (just grew up in the same area, not what you'd call a "friend"). He had it all at age 22, cars, guns, women. He lived the high life for a good 6 or 7 years.

Good thing, too. I'm sure the memories of those good times are of great comfort to him as he's counting the days on his 20 year sentence.

It's pretty hard, given the snitches and low-lifes in that line of business, to maintain that lifestyle for very long. Someone will rat him out for a walk, or he'll slip up, or some cop on a routine traffic stop will notice something fishy and then your friend will wish he had chosen to be a janitor.
 
TRUST ME, I have no intentions of going back to his place. More than anything, I want to find out what the hell happened during our senior year that caused him to drift paths. We were both honor students and then he went downhill. I ended up with two bachelor's degrees, he ended up dealing dope. WTF??
 
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