Whistle Blower

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
It's an experience of buying dope and having encounter with the cops

Submitted: March 13, 2016

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Like the beat-generation poets, I enjoy smoking grass once in a way. In Kerala, God’s Own Country, grass has become difficult to obtain as all the peddlers are being rounded up by the cops. Then I got information from an inside source about a peddler who’s nicknamed as Comrade Moscow. I went to him and bought two packets worth 20$. The moment I saw him, I felt something fishy about him. I felt he could not be trusted. I had a gut feeling that he will squeal to the cops. So I took my scooter and after going a few yards away from him, I stopped it and removed the headlight and reflector. I placed the marijuana packets behind the reflector. By the time, I travelled 500 meters, I could hear a police jeep with sirens on and following me. It overtook me and turned right and blocked my way. They frisked my clothes and rampaged inner compartments of my scooter. I was shivering like a preyed-upon rat. Finding nothing, they let me go. I thank my stars in trusting my gut.


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