grow busted. no charges.

Hello all,
Just discovered the “real life stories” section of the forum. I have an experience that almost changed my life forever, and managed to get out without any charges.
About 4 years ago, I was into growing mushrooms for my personal use and my roommate. I enjoyed this hobby and never was in it for the money. Only sold a couple times to close friends of my friend. What a mistake that was. My roommate sold marijuana on the side, just to fund his smoking.
So, I'm about to start drinking at another friends house and I get a phonecall from my roommate. he asked me to come home real quick. I didn't think anything of it. I was sober . I got in my car and drove into my driveway. There was these homeless/hillbilly looking dude in the driveway. I got out the car and he came up to me and asked me my name. I hesistated for a second and asked him who wanted to know. In the back of my mind, I knew something wasn't right. He then told me, state trooper sgt. Smith (not real name). my heart dropped. I literally saw my life flash before my eyes.
He tells me to go into my house and wait in the living room. I open the door and what do I see? A 6 foot 4 inch uniformed state trooper in my living room. All my roommates sitting on the couch. I couldn't believe this was happening.
What happened was someone ratted on me and told the police that I was growing mushrooms. We figured it out who it was. He was sentenced for another crime and I guess he got a bargain deal with this. That's the theory. Anyway, the situation that happened prior to this meeting in the living room was the troopers came to the door and just wanted to talk to me and said they would have been on there merry way. Instead, my roommate was smoking weed in the living room which is also the front enterance to our place. When he opened the door, a huge cloud of marijuana smoke hit the two troopers. That's when it went sour.
They held all four of us in the living room and waited for the judge to sign the search warrant. They brought out the dog and started to search the place. They tore apart the place. Shit was everywhere! They found my grow and started to interrogate me. I just stood there and didn't state a word. I kept silent. He was pissed that I wasn't spilling my guts. He went back and forth trying to get me to talk. I didn't talk. He took me into my room and asked me about the grow. By that time I knew the game was over. They had all the evidence. They had my friends 4 ounces of weed he had in his closet.
He said he never seen a mushroom grow, just marijuana. He was really interested in how I grew them. I started to speak about it. He became really friendly. Of course. He seemed pretty impressed. They took my bowl and all my equipment. After this happened, I couldn't stay at my place. I went back to my friends place and took 2 ambiens and passed out. The trooper told me he would talk to the local DA and see what charges were going to be filed against me. They were handling my friends case seperately. He told me he would call me in the morning.
The next morning, I get a call from the trooper. He said, “I got good news and bad news.” I told him I wanted the good news first. He said, “the good news is, we are not going to charge you with anything. The bad news is, we're going to confiscate all your equipment.” I started laughing instead. I couldn't believe it. I got off. I wasn't even booked or mug shot. My friend on the other hand was booked and processed a couple days later. I believe he cut a deal and pleaded guilty. I know his plea deal saved me. I know the deal, but I wont mention it. I'm truly grateful to him. He had a criminal record prior. Just drug related. Nonviolent, victimless crime. To this day, I still don't believe this happened. My motto from now on is, “loose lips sink ships.”
Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Take care and be safe!

 

i've thanked him. he knows i appreciated what he did. he took the plea deal to save his ass first. i just happened to get off. i'm guessing they didn't want the bust going public and them not able to work something out, if you know what i mean. i haven't seen him in 3 years. probably will see him in a month.