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st. mary's university, halifax, n.s.

After I finished high school, I went to University – St. Mary’s in Halifax, Nova Scotia.  I didn’t know what I wanted to do but both of my brothers had been to university so my parents insisted that I go too.  So off I went.  I didn’t care about school but I wanted to live in Halifax – the big city compared to where I was from. 

I started selling drugs to the other students when I got there.  I was taking trips to Montreal to buy hash by the kilo and coke by the ounce.  At St Mary’s, I sold it by the gram and I made a lot of money – easy money.  It was hard to be interested in school when I was making so much money selling drugs.  Halifax was just one long party.  I was going downtown to the bars almost every night, doing cocaine all the time.  I could never get out of bed for my classes.  I made it through my first year but then I pretty much gave up on school altogether.

In the second year, I pretty dropped most of my courses and focused on selling drugs.  Too bad I got busted  I guess it was bound to happen.  There was so much drug use and drug dealing going on at school.  I sold a gram to a narc.  Funny thing is, I knew he was I narc, but I sold it to him anyway.  I was so stoned I didn’t know what to do.  I had just finished smoking a monster spliff when the narc came to my door.  “Somebody said I could buy a gram here”, he says.  I had about 20 grams in my pocket and the room was full of smoke.  I thought if I didn’t sell it I probably get busted anyway.  So I sold him a gram.  He said thanks and walked away but I just knew he was a narc.  Sure enough, about a week later I came home and my door was wide open, my clothes were thrown all over the place, and there was a card from the police sitting on my desk. 

When I left earlier that morning, I was just after buying a quarter pound of hash (4 oz).  I weighed out 20 grams and put them in my desk.  I put the rest of the chunk in a drawer, under my clothes.  Then I locked my door and started heading  downtown.  Five minutes later, I came back thinking, “I should hide that better”, so I put it in a case of beer bottles.  When I checked my room after the search, the 20 grams were gone but the big chunk was still there!  Mixed feelings there.  I was busted but it would have been a lot worse if they had found the big piece. 

This pretty much ended my university days.  I was allowed to finish the year but I was kicked out of residence. 

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I moved in (illegally) with a couple of friends who shared a room in residence.  This was where I first tried heroin. One of the guys was from Hong Kong and every month he would get his friend to mail him a few grams.  I snorted a big line of it one night and I got really sick.  I remember standing up and it seemed like the walls took off in different directions.  I fell down and crawled to the toilet and puked over and over again.  I looked in the mirror and my skin was almost blue.  I felt terrible but I wanted to try it again.

For the bust, I got a $600 fine.  No big deal really but I got a criminal record for it.  That was the worst that happened. [Unfortunately, this criminal record would haunt him for the rest of his life]

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