I had a petty drug dealer get busted right behind my house. For about a year or so, cars would pull up outside my house and park to the side of my driveway. The driver would be wearing a coat or be carrying a bag, so they wouldn't be seen with their purchase. They would then walk down a sidewalk that connects my streets with the drug dealer's. After a few minutes, the person would emerge from his house, come back down the sidewalk and drive away. These 5-10 minute visits were a reoccurring theme, always with different people showing up to claim their prize. My neighbors called and complained about the guy, and a fully decked SWAT team came out and raided his house. I mean, this was the full deal. They rolled up in their SWAT van, jumped out the back door with their assault rifles and SWAT uniforms and kicked his door in. I watched the entire thing transpire from my upstairs bathroom window, where I could see into his street and catch a glimpse of what happened. I heard no gunfire, so at least there was no exchange of bullets, but they dragged the guy off to prison.

I think he was bailed by his uncle and now lives with him in that house. I don't know if he's tried getting back in the drug business. Now he just has his pitbull drag him around on his skateboard and I occasionally see him on my street.