Have You Ever Been Arrested?

Once I was nicked for riding a bicycle without lights after dark.

I've never been arrested, no.

I've never had like, ACTUAL trouble though. Oh dear.

The Fuzz haven't *dared* bother me again to this day.

Am worried that I will be soon, after a 'drug deal gone wrong'. I was driven about by taxi to further and further towns, with the driver assuring me each time, don't worry they have rooms at the next town (this was Aldershot which he claimed to be a mile away from Frimley (in fact 5 I now have been told). Then each Travelodge where I planned to stay and enjoy LEGAl substances in my posseession was mysteriously full. At last I started walking and was soon confronted by a bunch of squaddies who I think had been forewarned. Ended up with me being made to eat 4 gs of god-knows-what-kind-of-hallucinagen and trying to escape Aldershot between midnight & midday. God I was so thirsty, I managed to get a baker to sell me some drinks - milk, coke, and one of those "just water" brands (with an added just something else in it. this was cranberry). Drank the 3 down in almost one gigantic gulp. I won't say how it ended, but it would make me sound even more like a nut. Just one point: all this started going on before any drugs were taken. Never buying shit IRL again!

That's aldershot alright

I mean I can't negotiate all the lacunae in your story and its pretty wtf regardless but yeah

So where are you now?

I lost 2 bags, one just a canvas carrier, because some twat in the back of the taxi was dropping loads of his shit in it (to implicate me?), except it included loads of leaf dope (I'm so not a user of this i can't even spell ganja(?). But the worst was everything was covered in powder, so i dumped the bags, scrapped it off the books the were in them, some so badly dusted I had to dump them, including an original addition of a fine C.P. Snow book of essays on a random-ish selection of characters of the period. The remaining bag was so heavy (I walked for about 10 hours) that the 1 Litre bottle of bombay saphire has to go to, though rather than waste it I did offer it to some early worker who looked at me very strange.

So I just dropped it in a public bin. I even almost got rid of my kindle as the dust had got everywhere over that, though I hope I've cleaned it all off now.

It seems they were some kind of vigilantes, and it was followed up with me being followed around by the same half dozen guys in nearby New Town. Anyway, I'll stop before it starts sounding any more conspiratorial...

Was one of 2 or 3 worst nights of my life, and it just came out of nowhere, and I still can't properly process it now.

Jesus

Maybe I'm being naive & I guess its twattish to say so now anyway but I think calling the police might have been a good idea

(to clarify, I had my own legal stuff - ethylphenidate - some trancs for afterwards. But then once in the taxi (Rushmore Taxis allegedly (do I have to say that if I'm doing the alleging?)) The driver got out a blunt (I believe they're called) and asked if I was into it or offered on, I can't recall. I said no. dope and hallucinogens and dissociatives are my idea of a nightmare, I just like the stuff that makes you glow with warm and happy thoughts, (though preferably not addicted as well), or really lose your inhibitions and get intensely enjoyably off on music or other things that are similarly or even more pleasurable. (I'd been spontaneously concocting cocktails, with partial success, for 2 hours so it probably came out far more garbled than that. Then it occurred Ascot - one stop on the train - might be an enjoyable end to the evening, but was lazy and opted for taxi instead. and then the nightmare began....

the thing that most concerns me is: round my way what people call 'street meph' is nothing like the original stuff - it's identical however to something called M1M that can still be purchased legally on the net and although feeling like a poor man's meph, it had been sold for years with a couple of court cases unable to establish that it was in any way illegal (check out Bluelight for the details). I'd estimate on no basis but a hunch tha 90% is stockpile M1M. There are significant differences I won't bore you with from texture to effect.

Now I haven't done illegals basically since I was a teenager (I did mephedrone but stopped when it was banned). I did get so fuck-faced once or twice that c seemed a good idea, but it never turned out to be (maybe taken that 6 times in my life, not cos couldn't get hold of it, cos couldn't stand it - also couldn't get hold of it anyway)

And now the ruination of my life (likely to be sacked etc) because who would believe by saying oh yeh that street meph, it's not that great but it's adequate' would undertstand or even give a second's consideration to the fact that I was referring to M1M a legal substitute. Since been a teen I've never been done once by the police for drugs (or for anything for that matter). Anyone know how much this could count for in my favour?

"Maybe I'm being naive & I guess its twattish to say so now anyway but I think calling the police might have been a good idea"

With my bags covered in about 3 grams of god-knows what (but I was to soon find out) hideously powerful hallucinogen?

Any advice for someone who's seriously shitting it at this moment.

It's the seeming self-implication that I can't think my way out of.

(I didn't invite or know other guys in back of taxi, it was driver who picked them up)

Any major lacunae I've still left out?

Oh yeh, and I'm battered and bruised, can barely walk, and hsve a bottom lip that means either a punch in the mouth or that something was injected into lower jaw (I don't inject)

What have the police told you so far?

This happened Sunday night (sorry if I'm starting to bore everybody by now). I'd add some more detail but they're so extreme that to a listener it would be a fine line between thinking it disturbingly interesting or frightening that things like this go on, and thinking: attention-seeking psycho, things like this just don't go on!

I do not at all have a clear sense of what, exactly, happened.

In the U.S. my advice would be "say nothing to anyone without a lawyer," but the UK legal system may work differently.

I spent all Sunday walking round trying to save some precious books but not at the expense of being caught with two bags liberally sprinkled wiht fairy dust. I think I've got rid of all that, apart from some noticeable stains on my old edition of H.G. Wells The Outline of History, which come to think of it should easily be replaceable through amazon, so I should chuck that as well (?) [is this acceptable or not if you don't know what the substance is let alone if it's illegal)

Monday I went to pub at lunch time, and because I'd spent all Monday night getting scratched crawling though thicket I immediately fell asleep at a table in a very empty curently being refurbished pub and was amazingly not woken up by landlady til 8.20. Having got home after what seemed like an incredibly long sleep I asked mum why she wasn't at work yet; her being usually a very early riser.

Tonight I'm expecting the call - at any second now - for an 'chat' or what could turn out to be a far worse interrogation.

I'll leave it at that. Hope my stomach-churning 'guilt' turns out to be more like a hypercondriac's sickness.

(second Monday = Sunday)

One of the worst aspects is, this stuff is really shite anyway, and I had given up on it ages ago when it became clear there was going to be no new legal meph.

Then one night, I'm so cocktail-carefree I blurt out "I wouldn't mind a bit of that" - without specifying precisely what I meant by 'that'. fuck fuck fuck.

Last post I promise: I was monitored/followed by groups of 3 on foot, who would make sarcastic comments whilst blocking the ends of narrow alleys, hence the difficulty of escape. (I recognize with all this rambling I may have ended up making myself sound suspiciously like a paranoid nut-case. Hope some of you give me benefit of doubt - if there's no ILX follow up to what I said above, it can be assumed that he former was the case. It was not, though, and surely they couldn't get away this without superiors at least turning a blind eye?

ok sorry I don't want to give any advice that will get you into trouble, I think I misunderstood what you meant when you said you were "made" to take the stuff. You took it willingly but under the impression it was different shit, is that it?

do you have any reason to think the cops are after you or is it just paranoia?

Hi, I only wanted (on a drunken whim that wasn't even a real desire and had worn off completely by the time we hit the second town) a g of M1M (a/k/a B2) which is a legal high but which the dealers understandably but unfortunately sell under the name 'mephedrone'. (the new B2, not old butylone B2, which IS illegal,) That alone should have told me to steer well clear of it. So I am guilty of being an idiot, admitted 100%, but I could be looking at a minimum 5 years here!

The 'made to take' it was the threatening guys in the back saying we were in danger of being pulled over - just put your 4g wrap in your mouth & chew slowly on it, don't be taking no dabs. This wasn't that easy to do.

So you were drunk, took a taxi to get to a place to stay, ended up having to try multiple places, gave up and started walking, at which point some guys kind of bullied you into taking something? And there was someone else in a taxi at the same time as you at some point, who put drugs into your bag?

None of this really seems coherent at this point, is there somewhere where you can go and get some reasonable food and sleep this off, or are you actually being held/questioning by police?

Pretty much. Taxi was outside Camberley station and known as a reputable business. It was covering my bags in drugs that seemed to the most threatening (to my ongoing freedom) to me.

echo mh's advice/question

Hey Al Campari G&T is obviously suffering here, maybe put your lil DUI story on hold for a sec.

I'm answering the thread question, loathsome toad, so stfu

no credit on phone.
i'm terrified, one of these sharp shooters iN woods behind my house will make it look like an accident, or guy plodding up & DOWN THE staiRs in houe edin o my room is just gonnq blas trru thr door and ten quickly eAsily disappear back to Albania with his life-time earnings

Answer to thread question: yes, three times.

Here's polie dogsand poice helicopters. i need big gulp of gin

Campari G&T, if you're worried about calling 999, how about calling NHS 111 and seeing if they can help you? it's free, like 999, but it's only for the NHS and it sounds like a doctor would be able to help you right now.

^ yes

also DO NOT drink any gin

would you be able to brush off

1. drug-induced delusions of imminent army with guns. that turned out to be plain delusions

2. delusio ns that got me sectioned after calling 999 appeaedlyvporing definite high-ranking(officer - here's where the sh0t rings out against my skull)

3. half the 'delusions' turned out to be nothing of the kind. Watched and applauded at the night's shows end y the officers & squddies got their quivalent or Merit bAdgeRS.

LOADS OD POLOICE CARS VANS, ETC TURNING INTO OUR HOUSE NOW
vicious dog sounds from ouside.

Modern cops equivalent to stonewall, and with basically same ssadistic bigotd mentality,

I'd feel happier if Surrey police had not now suddenly depareeON WHAT BASIS AND ON WHOSE AUHORIRTY NOTHING woulesd apoil

ed

is it possible for someone to call 111 on his behalf?

Campari is there anyone in the house with you?

Is this where you're at now?

24 dorking road, bookham, Leatherhead KT23

Yes,that's my address djp,, m landlotd has j s ferecutoroyloese a little safer.. eceot or he
admittre[ersecutory delusions/

Did you say earlier that you were at your mother's house? If you are and you know that she is going to come home this evening, maybe you should wait for her. It seems like right now you feel safe in your room, but it seems like you shouldn't stay on your own for too long.

If you've been sectioned before and can remember the name of one of the mental health nurses assigned to you, that might also be useful.

hey campari, hope yr feeling a bit calmer about your situation. do you want us to get someone to give you a ring? it might help to chat with someone.

srsly, you can tell me to buzz off if you want but it would be no bother

Hey Campari if you are still hanging out on this thread, it would be awes if you could check in quick and let us know how you are doing

this will be last night i stqy in the bates motel. Whether I survive this night is onther question, what with neigbor and his police dog clawing a the bit downstairs, all on basis of no evidence. Vigilate cops

i can't find me phone; meanwhile calls are coming in dowstairs grassing me up for ilx posts surveyed through gap in window (?)/ Yes, please call help now = 24 dorking road gu254lx or kt234lx/ It's now all a question of whether police can get here i time to stop a beating. IMO.

Their tale will be another episode of paranoia. Who'd right, who's lying about paranoia to disguise real reason for it?

Did you say your mum was going to be around?

Who actually got forced tc consume 40x recommeded dose of a stim/hallucinogen - a potential fatal dose, and tben followed round aldershot for 12 hours - in most frightening hallucinatory paramid state imaginahlr, constntly being obsdructed at the last minute, til those who thwarted most the dehydrated kidnapped, were seemingly rewarded most highly by the top braa,who seem up to their necks in this challenge for the troops', torture for rhe selected citizen
chess pieces (for people mostly too dumb to even play chess).

All i want is assurance the dogs downstairs will be kept on leash.. in time

attacking my pc now it seems, sp maybe will nn longer post aftr this

it would be great if you didnt do that actually, its probably better that youve got people here aware of your situation for the moment

has anyone called 111? I'm not in the UK so I am of no help.

We don't know if this is a wind-up or serious, but we have to assume the latter, and you are posting things that worry us.

If you are serious, you need to do these things:

1. You can't get the help you need from the Internet. Posting here will not get you the help you need and you should not post personal details.

2. You need to dial the national drugs helpline from a phone and ask them for help. It is 0800 77 66 00. It is free, confidential and anonymous and staffed by people who know what they're talking about.

3. If you can't phone, you can email family or friends who know you personally, ask them to come for you to take you to A&E.

4. If you can't get in touch with someone you know personally you need to go to A&E yourself. It's 3.5 miles to Epsom. You can call an ambulance for free from a pay phone.

Please take care of yourself.

I am a UK ilxor, if someone tells me what number to ring and what to say I may be able to help if no-one else has?

If it's possible for us to ring on his behalf?

NHS direct on 0845 4647 would be able to give advice and/or an out of hours number for local mental health services

Samaritans http://www.samaritans.org/ would also be a bit more informal and might be a good bet for initial guidance

Have been dealing w/ shit here else I might have rung them myself, but this is all very much option 5 underneath what Stet has said

also

Campari: the Samaritans have an email address if you don't feel up to phoning any of the resources that Stet has suggested - j✧@samarit✧✧✧.o✧✧ - they might be able to help with your problems somewhat better than we are able.

honestly there is no need at this point for any calls to be made, so please don't do so

fuckbags, it's jo at samaritans dot org

not trying to be overly cryptic there, but im going to be, ill let people know if theres a change in that situation

mods on the case, thanks guys

Campari G&T

Please read the advice Stet just gave you, it's the best thing to do.

If however phoning the NHS scares you, I too can vouch for the Samaritans. Number: 08457 90 90 90

You will stay anonymous
They will listen
They are non-judgemental

It's the best thing to do. You don't need to go through this alone. All the very best to you.

xxxps

Oh, ok, thanks mods

Many thanks, all, for the generous support.

First, I assure you this was no wind-up. I ended up spending the night in Epsom General, presumably as the result of one of you kind folk calling 999. I feel very grateful, just for the concern, let alone people actually acting on it.

And the paranoia has been gone over a day now.

I was a bit pissed when the chief nurse confiscated my pyrazolam, given that it had been about the only thing that was of even the slightest help (I've learned that trancs can obliterate anxiety but are very minimalist in their effects when it comes to psychosis.

I suppose it was a bit babyish of me to get so infuriated about losing around 100 pills, when only hours earlier I was trying to create a barricade by positioning my double-mattress in front of my work-desk, behind which there was a gap I could just about fit into (because, no doubt - given how fucking hard it was to drag the fucker into place, surely it must be also impervious to the bullets of the assassin.

I'd say, now, looking back from a moderately sane perspective -

100% of the 'people are out to kill me' stuff was pure delusion. (I hope, gulp..)

There is however, a hell of a lot of truth to the Aldershot business, where it would seem, naive lads are dangerously drugged (I was forced - through intimidation not physical force - to put a 4 gram baggie of what I was evasive about up-thread but will state outright now was straight-out street meph - foul-tasting in a highly-acidic chemical way, filled with sharp crystal shards; all on some spurious grounds having something to do with a possible imminent raid.

It may have taken half an hour to dissolve, but 2 days later it was painful to eat or drink (I've bought a local anaesthetic cream, Anbesol, which stings at first but is then incredibly soothing in a kind of warming wayy as I repeatedly rub it over my red-raw gums (ahem). On the first day out of Aldershot, I could drink milk straight down, but things like red bull mostly just fell straight back out of my mouth. Not sure why.

So, something like 40 times a standard dose in the course of half an hour.. then sweating profusely while being followed round by squaddies as if we were the game to be captured, and unable to find anything to drink for hours - I did have that half-bottle of Bombay sapphire, but naturally it was non-alcoholic drink we were desperate for.

I'd like to leave discussion of Aldershot for another time - it's really a story in its own right. And I haven't thought it through enough yet to have a strong opinion about what exactly the fuck is going on here.

Finally, I think I left out one important detail (or a quick CTL+F didn't do its job). And that was that although the Aldershot incident was a nightmare, it was ritalin, taken a couple of days later (I was diagnosed with narcolepsy 5 years ago, but after a couple of months back then I've only just started having the fits again, and this doubtless related somehow to my starting taking pyrazolam at the same time as the fits began to return (yep, even my life-saving wonder-drug has to have it's downside). Anyway, I'm being referred to sleep specialists at some hospital in London next month, so hopefully some balance can be brought to bare there. And in any case, there's something to be said for dropping into a deep sleep at your desk for 2 hours, and no-one being willing to wake you up because "it's an illness you know".

thanks again sincerely.

to clarify that last paragraph

..it was ritalin (or ethylphenidate, bought online, which is basically ritalin, because that's the main active principle that methylphenidate is enzymatically broken down into anyway - or so I read on Wiki) that brought on the paranoia.

Great to see you're feeling better. It might be worth dropping an anonymous note to the police in Aldershot to let them know what you think happened in case there have been similar incidents in the past or are again in the future.

Also, that bit where I say 'we' were desperate for non-alcoholic drink. I'd actually been alone for ages by that stage. It was either a typo or a subconscious expression of empathy for others in that situation or similar.

Not all good news though - better get on with my packing, as I'm being evicted at 12 noon today. Yes, over this, being the third of 3 separate occasions where I ended up in hospital with paranoia (never of the physically threatening to others kind btw.)

good to see you are out of the worst of this

have you been legally evicted (court process etc) or is your landlord just trying to get you out of there? i don't know a huge amount of housing law but please be aware of your rights anyway

http://england.shelter.org.uk/get_advice/eviction

has some details

Hope yr feeling better. Have you got somewhere to go to? Do the people helping you with your problems know about your eviction or what you're doing next? Doesn't even sound legal to me that you could be evicted without any notice for something like this so I would stay put if I were you tbh. Please please please talk to your mum okay? She my be able to get advice for you. xp

no the 'eviction' doesn't sound legal at all, it's worrying

Stay put Campari, at least until you've discussed this with your case worker and/or your family.

best wishes Campari, hope you can avoid eviction (please do get in touch with someone about this) and that things get better for you

We have no written agreement. After I ended up in hospital with paranoia induced by ritalin (or rather the legal ethylphenidate substitute I bought online), the worst of which was spent on Epsom's Psychiatric ward, we agreed it wasn't working so we informally modified our informal unwritten arrangement from a year to 6 more weeks. He got me to write a note saying that "I will not store or use any drugs in the property other than a) prescribed, b) OTCs, c) Holland & Barrett-type shit.

After that worst episode I stayed at my mum's for a fortnight (including a little over the first week of this month's rent period. But after coming off the pyrazolam following that episode, I remembered why I considered it a life-saver in the first place. It took a mere 2 weeks for the horrifying alcoholism to return, so I started buying the pyrazolam again

(I'm sure I've mentioned this, but if not, my doctor of the last year knows all this, and does not disapprove in the slightest, as he saw me in the half year period during which I came within a inch of drinking myself to death, and the most recent half year period, where despite the episodes of paranoia which hopefully will be resolved by sleep specialists soon, advising on alternatives to ritalin, or maybe prescribing sustained release, who knows; this also known of - and no disapproval expressed by doctor, chief psychiatrist for Surrey Heath Mental Health Team, or doctor when I went to Frimley Park A&E worried at why after a 5 year absence they'd returned far worse.

There was one night, before moving back in that I spent £65 staying at a travelodge rather than break my promise, but I knew I couldn't not be an alcoholic at least at this point in my life without those pyrazolam, so I moved back in and on the first night started writing a letter trying to explain that one of the closest drugs structurally to pyrazolam was xanax, one of the most prescribed in the world, and one of the biggest causes of addiction on the planet, whereas pyrazolam has been reported by users to be more effective in reducing, even eliminating, anxiety, but as it is non-euphoric seems far less likely to produce addiction, or if it does, not the life-destroying kind. Mightn't there be a case to regard pyrazolam as contained within the OTCs group of psychoactive but not controlled by law, which you consider accept; these just happen to have been bought over the internet counter.
Anyway, I took too long attempting to explain the reasonableness of my case

So when I first moved out it was just over one week into the month's rent period, which month's rent I paid. If I was a twat I could have withheld 3 weeks rent and stayed at my mum's rent free while I looked for somewhere closer to Camberley as for work reasons I have to move over that way by end of September in any case (didn't know this when rent agreement originally made). Now, we are one week into the following month's rent period, and HE is withholding the remaining 3 weeks rent (£286) that I've already paid him. Also has been refusing to refund the deposit because of 2 splotches of paint spilled on carpet, which I have spent the last hour and a half trying to clean up, with moral support provided by blasting out the Hold Steady ("otherwise you owe me for a new carpet, and that'll be more than £260"). The paint has almost gone.

Then there's a few smudges on the wall, like from dirty fingers that I never even noticed but am sure could be cleaned off in a couple of hours, that he insists will demand a whole new paint job. And finally, his glass-fronted wardrobe doors are all coming off at their hinges. This is simply from a) being opened and closed, b) the awful craftsmanship that makes opening & closing doors in a normal fashion fall off their hinges. He says I must have been swinging from them when off my head on drugs. He hasn't quoted a bill for that 'damage' yet.

Anyway, I took too long attempting to explain the reasonableness of my case; So when I first moved out it was just over one week into the month's rent period

If the above isn't too clear: I moved back in after a fortnight at my mum's which included the first week of this month's rent period. I could have taken advantage and paid one week's rent, then lived rent free for the rest of the month (buying own food, etc, not as a scrounger), but thought that would be a betrayal. So I met him at pub to go over things and whether we should end our 'contract'. That was when he got me to write my little promissory note.

My question to any legal experts out there: what standing does that note have (as justification for non-repayment of pre-paid rent of nearl £300), especially given the ambiguity. (It says "I will not bring non-prescribed drugs into the house.... unless of the following kind) I think it's perfectly reasonable to regard them as belonging in one of the agreed to following kinds. But even if that was explicitly excluded as a possibility, does this note, jotted down while having a couple of Ranmore ales in a beer garden, have any legal status?

Oh yeh, and the took too long bit, just meant his nosey neighbours informed him they'd seen me take a yellow pill through the window, before I had chance to present him with the letter, I was hoping early the next morning. Then I would have said I know I have them on me now, but I assume as the question of their status has turned out to be undecided, because I wish to interpret this ambiguous phrase in this manner.. so long as inform him promptly, I would have thought I had a perfect right to keep them in my possession until the point under debate was no longer moot?

I suspect that the question you should be thinking about is not whether the agreement had legal standing or whether non-prescription pharmaceuticals that are not technically illegal in this country count as "otc", but whether he feels that you have broken his trust.

All the legalistic talk above doesn't mean I'm not now shifting it that he's going to bring his heavies round, and demand the extra money he believes - amazingly - that he is owed, and b) unless I do so, confiscate all medicines that I am in possession of. (all legal)

C Sharp Major, yes, given his understanding of our agreement it would have been a case of me breaking his trust, which is why I was writing the note saying, to paraphrase "look: we can choose to interpret this way, and I think it's a fair interpretation. Or we can agree to end our arrangement. I had no intention of moving back in, having gone back to using pyrazolam, and then attempting to keep it a secret for the remainder of the year. It would have been too unbearably stressful for a start.

I had to move in that night, because I was returning to work the following day after long absence and it's just down the road from the house I rent from him. Ideally in retrospect, I should have informed before re-entering the house. But I couldn't phone because he never ever answers my calls, so the plan was to go along with the stuff in my bag, and be honest about it straight away. But I was finding it all too hard to explain that night, and I ended up writing a verbose 5 page letter that I looked at the next day and deleted. By then it was too late though.