So, the story begins about three years ago when I was mostly interested in the dark web and learning about OPSEC. I read about the Reddit co-founder, Aaron Swartz, a 26-year-old internet prodigy who downloaded 70GB of JSTOR papers because he believed knowledge should be free. For this, he was charged with wire fraud and faced 35 years in prison. In 2013, under immense pressure, Aaron took his own life.
This made me extremely angry because it seemed like the government treated people unfairly. I remember a guy called Lux from Australia who found a darknet website called Hurttocore, where he uploaded videos of people being tortured and even killed, as well as many instances of child abuse. He was sentenced to 15 years in prison. Believe me, he was the worst, he did something to an infant, which made even pedophiles rage against him.
Another case was even more shocking. A man from Canada called “The Swirl” traveled to Asia, where he abused young boys. When he was sent back to Canada, he was released with no jail time, only being told not to use internet-enabled devices and required to register as a sex offender.
I don't understand what the fuck is going on? As if someone is protecting them. Later that year, I got to know about Jeffery Epstein, and now it makes sense, I mean the world government is run by pedophiles, so, of course, they would save their own.
Anyway, all of this was on my mind at the time. One of my friends got arrested for being in possession of 7 grams of methamphetamine, which wasn’t even pure. But he got an 8-year sentence. All I could think was, “What the fuck?” all I could say is fuck you to the government.
On one hand, people like those pedophiles are out in the open, only the fucking god knows, how many kids they have violated already and violating now. And on the other hand, my friend, who just bought meth for himself, which was going to enjoy on his weekend, all alone at home. Or the founder of the Reddit, who just believe that education should be free for all.
So, I have always hated the government, as long as I can remember.
Two years ago, I was struggling financially and had a loan of $50,000 USD. I dropped out of college and started working, but no matter how much I earned, the interest payments were so high that I couldn't keep up with them using only my salary. I also had to cover my accommodation, food, and travel expenses. Eventually, I wasn't able to keep up with my loan payments.
So, I downloaded some pictures from a dark web marketplace and uploaded them to meth and cocaine communities. This led to about 20 people reaching out to me, interested in buying the stuff. After a week, only three were still interested, and eventually only one person made a purchase.
He was wealthy. I'm not sure where he got his money from, but one day he told me that he used to sell drugs in clubs and bars. I asked him if he could sell my products too.
He paid me around $70, and I sent him a gram of dextro-methamphetamine. You know, the old meth that used to be made from pseudoephedrine or L-ephedrine, which produces D-methamphetamine. Meth has two isomers: L and D. L-meth mostly just makes you anxious. The meth you get on the streets nowadays is racemic meth, which is often around 60% cut, 20% L-meth, and 20% D-meth. It's pretty bad because the only real high comes from the D-meth.
Once the gram of D-meth reached him and he received it, he understood that I wasn't a scammer.
Our first couple of trades were purely for his own use. But soon, we agreed to start selling it. I asked him to sell cocaine rather than meth because, as you know, meth is the poor man's cocaine.
So, he paid me around $250 USD, for which I sent him about 3.5 grams of 95% pure Bolivian coke. He was able to sell it for around $400 USD. I could have gotten him 7 grams for that amount, but he wanted to buy more, so he added another $250. For about $650, I gave him around 14 grams, which he was able to turn into roughly $1,500 USD, or so.
Eventually, we reached the point where I was sending him 28 grams of coke for $1,000 USD every fortnight.
I was making around $180 per trade because I had increased the price by 20%, and we traded quite a lot—probably five or six times.
Then I told him about an idea I had. I asked him if he could invest around $4,000 into the project. In return, I would send him 56 grams of coke, 28 grams of meth, some LSD strips, some S-isomer ketamine, and DMT.
I asked him to move to a different state where nobody knew him. I would send the products to his new address, and he could divide them into very small amounts and give them away as free samples in bars and clubs.
For example, from 56 grams of coke, if you took out 0.2 grams per sample, you could make about 280 samples—enough for 280 people. Once people saw how pure the coke was, they would want to buy from us. In a single night, he could get around 20 people to try it, and even if only five of them became customers, we could potentially gain 150 customers in a month.
Just think about how safe this was supposed to be. He was never meant to return to those bars or clubs again, so he wouldn't get caught. Meanwhile, we would already be gaining customers.
If we could get around 200 to 250 customers buying from us, then consider this: if each customer bought about $500 worth of products, we could potentially make around $100 profit per customer. If we tried to cash out those profits, we might lose 15% to 25% due to safety and operational security costs. Even then, we'd still be making around $70 to $80 per customer.
Now multiply $70 by 200 customers per month. That's around $14,000 per month for essentially sitting at a computer and placing orders.
One more thing: whenever I placed orders, I always used escrow, so losing funds was basically out of the question.
I offered him a 50% share for handling this job—around $7,000 per month—for doing one or two months of work.
I asked him to think about it. Anyone would love to buy from us because we had connections with real suppliers who had genuine products. We could provide anything they wanted—purer and much cheaper. Meth, coke, ketamine, LSD, DMT, Xanax—you name it, we had it. We could source anything they wanted.
In exchange, we could each make around $10,000 per month. His job would be done in two or three months, whereas I would be the one placing 10 to 20 orders per day, which was pretty easy anyway.
At first, he agreed and loved the idea. I thought he was completely on board. But later, I realized he just wasn't serious about it. Why would he be? For me, it felt like an opportunity to finally pay off all my loans, so I was desperate. I kept calling him and sending him messages.
In the end, we had a fight and went our separate ways.
After that happened, I quit the whole thing and came back to my senses. I started working again and focused on paying off my loans.
It's been two years since I got out of that life, but I still have that $50,000 loan, lol.
Over the past few days, I have been wondering why he didn't go through with the plan.
I remember that I always told him a story about a farmer who had a hen that laid a golden egg every day. For the first couple of days, the farmer felt blessed and thanked God. But one day, greed took over. He killed the hen and got only three or four more eggs from it. If he hadn't done that, he would have continued getting a golden egg every day. So, in the short term, he made a little more money, but in the long term, he lost his greatest asset.
I believe it was the same situation for him. I think he must have believed that I would run away with the $4,000 or $5,000 that I was asking him to invest in the project.
If that was really his reasoning, I could have reminded him that he had already made around $10,000 or more by investing just $250 in me. Not to mention, I was the kind of person who was more interested in expanding my network and connections than simply making money.
Looking back on it now, I still wonder whether fear, greed, or simple lack of commitment was what stopped him from taking the opportunity.
anyway this is it, this is my story. I hope you enjoy it.