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Chapter Think about this for a moment. What if the drugs that you sold to a person made them so high that they victimized your own grandmother so they could purchase more drugs? What if someone shared the drugs that you had just sold them with your own daughter or son? What if your own daughter or son became addicted to them? What if In 2010, the latest then you statistics available, found your according to the Office daughter out of National Drug in the streets Control Policy, the U.S. Federal government selling her spent over 15 billion body for the dollars on the war on same drugs drugs. that you sell? What if your own son became addicted to the same drug you sell and was killed in an attempted home invasion while high? Who can find honor and prestige in this? When you elect to deal drugs, you also risk your freedom. If you have a girlfriend, boyfriend, wife or kids, youre taking a gamble that you may be taken away from them one day. Drug dealing is an illegal activity for

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which you can go to prison for a long time. States have become less and less tolerant of drug dealing over the past several years and most dont have a problem with sentencing drug dealers to maximum prison sentences with less chances of parole. It wont matter how much money you make or how many cars you own once you are caught dealing drugs. The police can come into your home and haul away all of your possessions including the home itself, cash, jewelry, furniture, and cars for your illegal gain. The state and local police, Drug Enforcement Agency, F.B.I., ATF, and other law enforcement agencies have made the illegal drug trade top priority. Another dilemma you face when choosing to sell illegal drugs is the inability to know who you can trust within the people you associate and do business with. In pursuing drug dealers, the police will go as far as utilizing undercover officers, paid informants, who may use drugs themselves along with others you may have previously sold drugs to, in order to catch you in the act. Some of the people these agencies use to set you up, you may have considered to be your close friends and even family members. They may make deals with the police for your apprehension to save themselves from prosecution and jail time. Then there are people who are simply jealous of what you own. These people may have been threatened with prison time or they may simply seek a reward for your arrest. Whatever the situation may be, if you choose to sell illegal drugs, you will carry the burden of not knowing exactly who it is you can trust. Take it from me this burden alone is a tremendous one to carry. Authorities will often times allow a drug dealer to operate as normal, over an extended period of time, in order to keep moving up the ladder to the main drug

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supplier. This means that just when you think youre ball'n, more times than not, the authorities have already identified you as a drug dealer and are now watching your every move and the moves of others around you from a distance. They will use their observation of you to build a strong case against you. They may watch you for many years before they arrest you.

One summer evening, back in the early nineteennineties, a couple of friends and I were loitering in a rundown east Denver house, dealing illegal drugs as if it were a drive-up window at McDonalds. However, at the time, we were in violation of one of the most important street codes; sell drugs, have guns. We had no weapons in the house, despite the money and drugs in our possession. We made it clear to our customers not to knock on the door if they didnt have any money with them. Late this evening, a young woman who brought us payment from various customers showed up at the back door without any money in hand. She first apologized and then went on to explain that her cousin wanted to buy several ounces of the drug we were dealing. We told her to go get her cousin and come right back. Minutes later, as I walked to the upstairs bathroom, there was a knock on the back door. I heard my friend ask who it was and I could hear the young women answer. I didnt think anything of it and went into the bathroom closing the door behind me. Then, BOOOMM! I was suddenly startled by an explosive shotgun blast that echoed throughout the house. I froze where I stood. Where's the money, an angry, loud voice

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demanded. Somebody better get the money and the sack before I kill everybody up in here! he roared. At that moment, my heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone in the house could hear. Get on the ground, a voice thundered. I began to panic. As my whole body shook, I turned towards the bathroom window and moved to it. Hurry up before I kill everybody! As quietly as possible, I opened the window, but suddenly realized that it was too small for me to make it through. I could hear my friend desperately pleading, Thats all we got man. We aint got no more! Yall gonna make me kill somebody tonight! Silently, I pleaded to God, Please God, please dont let me die tonight. God please, please. Realizing that I couldnt squeeze through the bathroom window, I bolted like a rocket out of the bathroom and to the nearest bedroom. BOOOMM!

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