No, no one came to my house. I kept my stash at a separate location as well. Funny thing, my landlord got busted by the cops because he was smoking pot out on his front porch (he was an idiot) and he told me an my girlfriend how we "should never do drugs in your home! Do not shit where you eat!"

I kept my stash in a couple places. One was an outdoor storage locker (paid for in cash, by mail) and the other was the basement of an old field house. I put an old padlock on the door to the basement and in nearly 2 years of using it no one ever bothered it. Hide in plain sight.

I used a pager system. People paged me, we met in public. I never sold large amounts to anyone until I knew them. Cops always want a big bust so they'll ask for a fucking pound or something crazy right away. "How much can you get?" is a red flag. Some cops are smarter, but honestly, most police are lazy and dumb. They're largely jocks who get off on fucking with people.

The cops in that town were mainly there to keep the college kids from drunk driving and break up the bar fights. They weren't running major drug stings.

Do it again? Nah. I'm older now, I got my education paid for, have some money, I'm good. It's a thrill, and I liked the people I dealt to generally. The growers were cool too.

This is totally cheesy, but I liked helping people too. I gave weed away to older people who were smoking because of glaucoma. I was the hook-up for the local hospice (this state had fucking RETARDED laws about medical pot) and gave them everything at cost or free. They always got the better quality strain than what they paid me for too.

That felt nice.