DNM experiences and stories

I am interested in hearing your stories during your use of DNMs. Any drugs or products you would never have been able to experience, your first time buying, your worst paranoia, etc.


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[5 Points] polvb:

Paranoia is the worst. I've literally had nightmares about ordering shit, then being raided by law enforcement.


[3 Points] None:

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[2 Points] Dram-it-all:

About a year and a half ago, had a couple of packs that got delivered from Atlantis and SR1. The next day, my younger sister texts me that someone's sitting in a car outside our house. I text her back asking how long he's been there, she says about a half hour or so. I'm on my way home, but I'm slightly paranoid as to what it could be.

Twenty minutes later, I pull up to my driveway and there's a guy still sitting in there. I park and get out of my car, and he does the same and approaches me. It's my mailman, still dressed in his uniform. He greets me, and asks if I still have the boxes that were delivered yesterday.

Inside, my paranoia is starting to rage but calmly, I ask what it's about. He says he forgot to scan off one of the trackers, and his boss wanted him to get it from me to scan as complete. At that point, I'm on the verge of panicking. He walks with me to the entry of my house, and peers in looking to see if the box is by the door. It isn't.

I make up an excuse that the package must be my sister's, and she's out right now and won't return until tomorrow. He said he saw her walking around inside, but she wouldn't answer the doorbell. He also asks if I can check with her if she has the box so he can get out of there.

Somehow, I manage to talk my way out of him coming in and promise I'll get the box tracking slip and leave it in my mailbox for him to scan. After he leaves, I walk on over to her room and tell her the story, and she starts to laugh.

The only package that came in with a tracker happened to be hers - which was a box of books from Amazon. I tear that part of the box off, and leave it in my mailbox the next day. Saw my postman that Saturday, and he was thankful I could get it to him to keep him from getting written up. Not surprisingly, we're pretty cool with each other now.


[2 Points] silkroadfuckedup:

Not too great story but...

Worst paranoia: One day I see a black truck just in front of the post office, with black tinted windows. I decide that I'm going to enter the office anyway and handle what happens. Just after I'm inside the office, two guards get out of the office and enter the truck. At this moment I'm shitting bricks. I open the box and there's absolutely nothing. I get off the office normally and nothing happens. (And for the record, I have received stuff after this happened).


[1 Points] None:

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