The Life of Mr B. Fair

November 2011. Perth 

How to accidentally smuggle drugs into a prison. prelude

Whilst inside Hakea Prison there were lots of drugs. One of my many cell mates got me high on weed most evenings after lock-down for example (on the one condition I told no-one:). I accidentally had to smuggle some tabs of LSD in myself when fate gave me the chance.

During my initial arrest I had realized I had amazingly, maybe due to my passive stoned nature, had not even been properly searched yet, whilst sitting in my very own glass holding box, small so I couldn't move or lie down.

 I suddenly felt panic set in as I realized I still had "tabs" of LSD inside my prescription Xanax bottle - which had one 2 mg alprazolam bar left inside, this was no emergency this was fine, at the time not even a tight schedule 8 drug as it is now - and, but, and, but, Ohh dear there was the LSD; an Australian illegal schedule 9 drug and there were then the corollary legal charges inside that which also applied...  damn damn damn. So

To avoid all this fucking stupid red tape.

I quickly asked the officer watching me for a drink of water, whilst the only other cop who could see me was typing on his computer. The other AR squad detectives on duty, well I just hoped none would walk past me. It was now that I would execute my master plan, or it was never.

As the officer turned around to stroll toward the water dispensing machine I figured I had ten seconds. I took the Xanax bottle out. Popped the lid and slid out the baggie with the LSD. Initially I just slipped it straight into my sock for now, phew.

 I looked up, no cops had happened past, the water boy had been filling a cup with water so presumably, ahhhg, was about to turn around. The cop that might see me was still typing and so I pushed the LSD further down into the deepest sole of my shoe - the places where two latter searches failed to find it, IT WAS HIDDEN.

For now it would rest there until I said otherwise. phew. Now with the officer returning with my water, I kindly finished "adjusting" my shoelaces, smiled up and said, to the detective, passing him the empty Xanax bottle, relaying my honest "thank you" - thinking to myself. Jesus fuck, I do need a strong relaxant now. After all the previous days bullshit, since my arrest. It was time to stop any imminent panic attacks.

And to think what if they still found it? Where was I headed? I still had to get the LSD from the shoes that I no longer had, into the prison to which I now knew I was probably going for a while. Where they strip search everyone - cant wait for that.

Thanks for reading.

3fs.org Written by Capt. B. Fair. (1st Waffen 3FS DIV, 1st BFR)