Drugs

  When living in my dorm at PC, there were two bedrooms connected by one bathroom.  During my senior year, I was assigned a room on the top floor of the dorm with a freshman roommate.  He seemed okay, but he really wanted to join a fraternity and live in one of their houses.  He got his wish, so I ended up with a private room.  The guy in the room adjacent to mine had a roommate that also got his wish, so he had the room to himself.  It was a good arrangement.  

 One afternoon, he was leaving a class on the second floor and saw two policemen standing at the bottom of the classroom stairs.  He knew why they were there, and he jumped over the railing to try and get away from them. When he landed on the bottom floor, he broke his leg.  They arrested him.  As it turned out, he was a big-time drug dealer.  I had no idea.  When I got back to my dorm room that afternoon, I heard a lot of commotion coming from his room.  I tried to open the door to his room from the bathroom, but it was locked.  It sounded like some people were destroying his room.  I finally found out what was happening.  It was the police tearing apart his room.  From the ceiling to the mattresses to the furniture.  They found a lot of drugs mostly stashed in the ceiling.

 The police came to my room and questioned me about his drug dealing.  I told them that I had no idea what was happening.  They asked me if I had bought any drugs from him.  I told them no, but thankfully they didn't ask me if I had done any drugs.  I would have had to lie to them about that.  I saw the inside of his room, after the police left.  It was trashed beyond belief.

 He was in the Clinton City Jail, and I went to visit him.  It was the first time I had ever been in a real jail.  It was pretty scary.  He was in a cell by himself and was very glad to see me.  He apologized to me for what had happened and said he had learned his lesson.  His father was from North Carolina and pretty wealthy, so he paid a fine and was ordered not to come back into the state of South Carolina.  He had a motorcycle, and he came back secretly a couple of times for a visit and a deal or two.  I hope he got his life straightened out.  His dorm room was unoccupied for the rest of the year.  I imagine that the school had to pay a bunch of money to get the room reconstructed.  It needed new mattresses and furniture, as well as a new ceiling.  They weren't playing.