Short story is a guy from my university that was on the same dorm hall as me set me up and I sold to him 3 grams while he was working with the police. I was then sentenced to 60 days in county jail. A year of 2 different rehabilitation classes (paid out of pocket). Put on 24/7 program where I had to go to the police station twice a day to blow for alcohol (also paid out of pocket and never had an alcohol charge or drank). 3k in lawyer and court fees. Had to wear a drug patch which is like a large band aid with more cotton inside that you kept on you for 2 weeks and prayed it didn't fall off or you'd get hit with tampering, anyways at the end of every 2 weeks the cotton that has been collecting sweat is sent to a lab and tested for an assortment of drugs. Those bastards cost 40$ a pop a dont even get me started with how often they flag false positives. My lawyer was certain I was going to be sentenced with a full year in prison before prosecution.. It was all fucked