Kriminalhistorie om en ufrivillig narkokurer

Crime StoryFor several months ago I’d move to another corner of the city. There was a building behind my new apartment, which was often visited by some big tattooed men on their motorcycles. Already at that time I thought they were Hells Angels.One night there were unbelievable many guys in front of this big building. I want to know what they were doing. I’d sneaked myself out and hide myself behind some bushy vegetation. I think I heard they were talking about a new delivery address out in the Nevada desert. Suddenly something was moving behind me and I make a little nervous sound. A little squirrel was running down a tiny oak. 2 guys who properly heard my noise was moving towards me without saying anything. They found me and took me inside their building. They would be absolutely sure that I hadn’t heard anything who could damage their business therefore should I deliver a package with several oz. of cocaine to their new costumer who had a depot in the desert. These 2 guys were a bit threading towards me. If I didn’t deliver this box of cocaine I would be dead before I could count to 3. I received the package 2 days later. I couldn’t sleep the day before I should deliver it. I was scared. I stood up early that morning and started up my car. On the road for my first time with the car full of drugs. I had borrowed my friends GPS and was driving towards the address where I should deliver my package. I was nervous, more than I’d ever tried before. I haven’t been a criminal before. I knew that I couldn’t do this, but there wasn’t a way back? A Cadillac was following my through the desert. I knew that the men inside the car were the 2 guys who caught me when I was hiding myself behind the vegetation. Already now I did know that I couldn’t bring out the cocaine that is against my life style. I hadn’t seen these guys in the Cadillac for a while maybe they thought I took another way, than I actually did but what the fuck the cars just stopped. The motor was smoking. I didn’t know what to do. There was at least 30 km to the nearest town. Now the gangsters had any options to find me. I burned the car and the coke. I just walked the boulevard of broken dreams in constant sorrow. Now I could not hide myself.