While business was booming for our little organization, things started to heat up quite a bit at the end of 1998. Some of our competitors were getting busted and there was more than casual speculation that we were somehow “setting them up” so we could muscle in on their turf. Now obviously, this was completely false. While it is true that we were constantly looking to expand our business, the way to grow a business is to provide better service and better value than your competition. Tipping off law enforcement about what a competitor was doing would be short sighted as well as sleazy. It would ignite a war. It would cause your competitors to turn on you and “reciprocate the favor”. Seeing how the majority of people peddling gear are functionally retarded and bend under the slightest pressure, this was probably something law enforcement counted on and expected. Plant a seed and watch it grow, let them rat each other out and make the cops’ lives easier. This is exactly what happened.
If you belonged to our group you agreed to play by our rules. This meant, beyond anything else, that no matter what you kept a low profile and kept your mouth shout. If you had a big mouth, chances are you would have some time to contemplate this at the bottom of a river while wearing four cinder blocks chained to your legs. Four of our “sales representatives” and one “manager” got popped two days before Christmas in 1998. Basically, what had happened was a small timer in Northern Florida who was not affiliated with us got popped in September 1998 by local law enforcement. Things were kept very quiet about his bust. This guy knew “of us” and had a few names but nothing else. Obviously, he tried to roll on us and it didn’t work all that well at first. But what it did do was get us “listed” – so now whenever the cops busted someone they’d throw out the names of the five people who were affiliated with us in Northern Florida. This tactic paid off when the state drug people nabbed two independent dealers selling juice as well as GHB in Gainesville. The cops basically lied to these two independent guys and said our guys gave them up. Like idiots, these two independents started to run their mouths and gave away a lot of information. Information as to “how” and “where” and “when” concerning our Florida guys. The state cops now managed to weasel their way into getting two of our salespeople to set up a buy.
We do things a little differently. With us, a buy means two of our guys need to be involved. It means you order with one guy, give him the coin and another guy meets you somewhere else to make a package delivery. This works out better for everyone involved. It allows us to control the situation with more precision. But the problem with this strategy is that if there ever is a bust, more than one guy is going to go down. Two of our representatives were successfully tapped to front a few amps of Nile brand Sustanon-250. Most reputable dealers will front someone a few amps so they can check them out. Nobody wants to make a buy of 500-1000 amps to find out they’re all bogus. So our reps front two people in two separate instances in two separate gyms a few amps. Both of these “buyers” seemed very nervous and concerned. Our guys misread this as “caution” when they should have smelled “cop”. About a week later, both buyers said they wanted to set up real buys – one said he wanted to buy 400 amps at $9 a whack and the other guy said he wanted 600 amps at $8 a whack. No problemo – we set up a money drop/merchandise drop for each of them. So here is how it went down.
In the first instance, our rep and this “buyer” met at the gym. The buyer gave our guy $3,600 in crisp Benjamins and our rep made a phone call and told the buyer to get his merchandise in the parking lot at a local Domino’s Pizza down the road. Our deliverer would meet him there and already knew what make and model car the buyer had. Then they went on their separate ways. Of course, our rep was followed home by four undercover narcotics people and another four narcs followed this “buyer” to the pizza place. As soon as the buyer took possession of the gear, the deliverer was pulled over and busted and a quick call on the local cop radio made sure the rep in his house got tagged too. Nice, eh?
The second instance, which happened maybe 30 miles away on the same day was different. The “buyer” met our rep in a food court at a large mall. The money was exchanged much like the way money was exchanged in that Quentin Tarantino movie, “Jackie Brown”. Except only this time, our second guy, along with his upline manager, were already in the mall watching this whole thing go down from a safe place. Or so they thought. The plan was to drop a duffle bag with the gear in it in a changing room in a department store, watch the “buyer” pick it up and split with the cash. This did not happen quite this way.
The buyer passed a bag with close to five grand in it to our rep. Our rep gets on his cell phone and calls the second guy who has the upline manager (and the duffle bag full of gear) with him. These two deliverers were only 100 feet away from the money exchange. But then again, so were like six cops. And a few of these cops were situated right behind the delivery guys and heard the whole cell phone conversation and jumped the gun, busting them both before they could hand up the phones. Now the rep with the money, hearing the commotion on the other end of the phone, he gets spooked and decides to bail with haste. He actually manages to avoid the cops and escapes the mall, gets on the cell and calls us here in Louisiana to tip us off and ask for advice. Now the cops have his name and his telephone number and all that shit so it’s only a matter of time before he goes down. The guy is freaking out totally. He does not want to go to jail and you can tell he’s going to lose it. He’s driving at like 100MPH down Interstate 95 in his Honda Del Sol, paranoid that he’ll be picked up by the state cops at any minute (not realizing that speeding is not going to help his cause). He’s screaming into the cell phone that we better help him get out of the state because if he gets picked up he is certainly going to sing like a canary. This is not what we wanted to hear obviously. So “Q”, our scientific gadget genius uses the cell phone to triangulate on this spooked out guy’s location and then has our private Star Wars laser satellite vaporize him from orbit. OK, so that’s not what happened. What happened was this guy was so freaked out and so intent on yelling at us over the phone that he was not paying attention to the road and he rear ended a semi-trailer carrying a load of cement sewer pipes, one of which broke free and crashed through the window if his Honda. Suffice it to say he didn’t quite make it out of the wreck intact. Problem solved.
All of the people who were busted (and lived) ended up sucking it up and swallowed the jail time. Life sometimes throws you curveballs. However, this was a wake up call for us. We really had to be more careful, perhaps we should concentrate more on the internet side of things? It appeared that all of law enforcement were really trying to nail us juicers. This pissed me off because we don’t really bother anyone. I think of all the real dopers, the rapists and other shitballs roving around free and I wonder why the cops even piss with us. Makes no sense, none whatsoever.
Things were quiet for many months. We were careful and because things were so quiet, I of all people did something utterly retarded. I got a phone call that someone wanted a serious quantity of Theramex (testosterone heptylate from France). Now we had not yet cloned this stuff and my two chemists said it would be a month or more before they could even consider doing this. The buyer was antsy and needed the gear sooner that that and because he was willing to overpay for it, I decided to import it from a contact I had in France. This was really, really stupid of me. I should have broken this order up into multiple smaller orders from multiple sources in France, Andorra, and The Czech Republic. But this guy who wanted the Theramex, he was so adamant about getting all of it now and was willing to pay and was talking about how he could move a ton of gear for us if I could just get him this Theramex now. Instead of seeing the situation for what it was – a dangerous and volatile situation – all I saw was greenbacks and dollar signs. Plus, this guy was going to front us 50% in cash, something that was unheard of. So I called France and placed the order.
Now my contact in France is not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer and he has made me quite nervous with several of his shipments. The guy works as a clerk in a small pharmacy in the Burgundy area. So he has access and perhaps the store owner might even be in on his dealings but is smart enough to keep arm’s distance away. Anyhow, if you don’t tell this guy EXACTLY how you want stuff shipped he fuck it up for sure. And since his English is not exactly fluent, sometimes it’s difficult to communicate with him. Some of his packages were not “double bagged” or protected from glass breakage. One time, he sent me 50 amps of Theramex and only 30 of them made it through unbroken. I should have known better but yeah, I was in a hurry.
So I call the dude up and tell him I want several hundred amps of Theramex. That I want them as soon as possible and that once he agrees that I will wire him 50% of his fee and send him the remaining 50% post haste when I get my hands on the Theramex. Now I tell him that he needs to put the amps in bubble wrap and put those little styrofoam peanuts in the box to make sure the amps don’t crack. I actually ordered 20% more amps than I needed just in case some were to break in transit. I spend at least 45 minutes explaining to this nimrod how I want this to be packaged and I was excruciatingly painful in details. Because he is so dense, I even faxed the dude a schematic on how to pack amps. So you think he would have gotten it correctly? Not a fucking chance!!!
The first thing this croissant-brain does is he uses real peanuts, as in like Planter’s Salted Nuts, as packing material. The next thing he does is instead of using duct tape or heavy duty packing tape, our snail eating friend used plain, thin, Scotch tape. So right away, you know the package is going to break wide open. I had requested he “double bag” the shipment – that means putting the amps in another box, covering that box with three or four layer of green trash bag material and THEN putting it in the shipping box. This keeps them nosy types, thieving postal workers from “taking a peak” and finding some “treasure” to keep for themselves should the outer box “become opened by some strange accident”. Well Brie boy screwed that up as well. He didn’t use an inner box and instead of using green trash bags, he just used large zip lock freezer bags. See, this dolt thought the only reason for the bagging was to prevent leakage should the amps break.
This is what I think happened. One of the corners of the box became “pried back”. This caused the peanuts to spill out and thus, it caught the attention of US Postal people because they will almost always detain boxes with spoilable food stuff in them. So the box was detained and opened. Viola! Amp city! Because there is no box or colored garbage bag covering to hide them, the postal workers see the cache of Theramex and call in the feds. What happened after this I already discussed in my very first installment here at MESO/Rx.
So that’s my story. How I went from a small time, skinny, nobody with no women and no money to a big, wheeler-dealer of a steroid legend with pussy being thrown at me from every direction. I consider myself to be very fortunate because this bust, my bust will probably be argued by my attorney that it was done wrong by the arresting officers. And even if it’s not, I figure since I have no criminal record to speak of that I am looking at a stiff fine and maybe a little time. Sure, I could have a criminal record but heck, I have around $1,350,000 buried in mutual funds that don’t have my name associated with them per se. I still have a fat condo in Grand Cayman and some cool cars and motorcycles. I think I am going to be just fine. Consider my ass retired from the business. And as for Rocco, half the stuff I discussed in this series of articles has already been changed by him and the others. And if you’re ever in Grand Cayman and see a 6’3″, 265 pound musclehead just chilling on the beach, catching some rays and sipping rum punch, come on over and say “hello” to Cinco.
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