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CONTROLLED DELIVERIES
If a package is identified as containing a controlled substance, the authorities can conduct what the government calls a “controlled delivery” of the package. That sounds nice, doesn’t it? A “controlled delivery.” It’s one of those bloodless government terms that sound benign enough, as if it were a function that a calm, kindly mailman might perform. It’s actually anything but. First, a band of government agents will lie in wait, covert operatives playing a cat and mouse game until you make the horrific mistake of accepting your mail. Then, like a plague of locusts, they’ll descend upon the sanctity of your home, ransacking it from roof to basement.
These paramilitary tactics have evolved in order to fight the War on Drugs, and are no doubt necessary in dealing with dangerous cocaine dealers. But I’ve seen far too many of these operations targeted at hapless personal steroid users. We’re talking eight to ten government agents spending their day at the taxpayers’ expense sifting through the house of some otherwise law-abiding musclehead for some vials of hormones while his wife and kids are held hostage. The government may claim that they’re only going after the big fish. False. Maybe that’s what they’re trying to do, but they certainly aren’t doing it very well. I’ve seen quite modest amounts of gear deemed worthy of the costs and efforts of controlled deliveries and raids in numerous confirmed cases: 20 tablets and 10 vials (North Carolina); 300 Anabol tablets (Grand Rapids, Michigan); 20 vials of testosterone (Lansing, Michigan); 150 Anabol tablets (Cincinnati, Ohio); 10 Sustanon bottles and 150 Winstrol tablets (Texas); 13 testosterone vials and 200 D-bol (North Dakota) and many, many others. In fact, I’d estimate that the majority of controlled deliveries I’ve seen have involved quantities that are consistent with personal use. Further, of all the controlled deliveries I’ve seen, only a tiny percentage has been to a teenager or a competitive athlete – the two classes targeted by steroid criminalization. The people being targeted for government raids are mostly cosmetic steroid users in their 30’s.
Some state authorities seem to be more into going after juice cases than others. Texas and Michigan seem to produce a high number of calls to my office. But the most active of all is Maryland. It’s either the juice capital of America or the anti-juice capital of America. Either the volume of steroid packages destined for the jacked-up population of Maryland is so outrageously out-of-control that authorities quite reasonably just have to do something, or the Maryland State Police really have a massive vendetta against juicers and way too much time on their hands. I’ve seen more low-level steroid cases in Maryland than anywhere else in the country. I don’t know why.
Here’s a controlled delivery story from Maryland. I’m reproducing it here in the client’s very own words, just as he sent it to me by e-mail, with only a couple of minor but necessary identity changes:
I was washing my car at approximately 11:00 a.m. when the postman approached with a package. He asked if the address was 1628 and I answered yes and took the package. I set the package down in the garage area and continued to dry my car off. At this time unmarked vehicles swarmed the driveway, a tall male got out the car closest to me and asked if I was [name]. When I answered yes he immediately handcuffed me and said I was under arrest for possession of narcotics and they had a warrant to search the premises. He then proceeded to walk me into the garage area while other agents entered the house. Moments later they came back out and said, “We’re clear.”
I was then escorted into the house and sat down in the kitchen. I asked to see the warrant and the tall male informed me that it was not my property, and my parents would see it when they got home. They did not have a warrant at this time because phone calls were being made to see if they had it yet. Also, other agents were complaining about the process of getting a warrant, saying that it took too long to get a hold of the judge in many cases. I was questioned about the contents of the package that was delivered and told them I didn’t know. It was labeled as PC software, so I told them it probably was. I received packages quite regularly, and explained the return address didn’t sound familiar but I do sign up to receive free items quite often. An officer then showed me two packages that had been stopped by Customs and asked what I knew about them, and I told him I knew nothing about them. They asked me if I had any drugs in the house and I told him I had some capsules of DNP, an abbreviation for 2,4 dinitrophenol, a legal pesticide. I showed two agents where the DNP was located, and told them I also had some white pills that I could not identify.
I was then walked back into the kitchen. One agent began asking me for general information (name, address, phone # etc.) but he was interrupted by a female officer because she wanted to read me my rights. Other agents were searching the yard and other rooms in the home. The officers again began to question me about the package, trying to intimidate me. At this time a female officer opened the parcel and inside were twelve ampoules of Sustanon 250. They asked me what they were and by reading the label I was able to tell them the Sustanon looked to be testosterone. I was told I was a “low man on their totem pole” and they hadn’t been very busy lately. They said if the drugs were for someone else, I should call that person and they would arrest him instead of me. I also was questioned about some old friends and they said they could make things a lot easier on me if I would sign up to be a confidential informant and help them make a few busts. I was also questioned about who was growing pot in the area. I told them I didn’t know because I got myself out of that life many years ago.
At this time another female officer was left to “baby-sit” me while the officer who was questioning me went to search the vehicles including a 1993 Dodge that it was later discovered was not on the search warrant. At one point an agent came out and said, “We have a whole pharmacy back there.” They continued to badger me into cooperation and tell them about the drugs and it was at this time I invoked my Miranda rights. The tall male that made the arrest said my mother was on her way home. Not much more was said and a little later the agents brought out two large paper bags, a desktop computer, and a rifle from my room. When an officer asked if I should stay until my mother arrived, the tall male explained that he did not really call her. No one was notified of my arrest during this search and I was not able to call a lawyer when I requested, which I thought I had the right to do as an American citizen. The arresting officer even told me a lawyer couldn’t do anything for except tell me to sit there and cooperate. He said I would have an opportunity to do so at the detention center.
Anyway, controlled deliveries of anabolics are something we’ll need to deal with. So let’s talk about the issues that come up most frequently when people ask me about the topic.
(This is an excerpt from LEGAL MUSCLE, Chapter 19)
If a package is identified as containing a controlled substance, the authorities can conduct what the government calls a “controlled delivery” of the package. That sounds nice, doesn’t it? A “controlled delivery.” It’s one of those bloodless government terms that sound benign enough, as if it were a function that a calm, kindly mailman might perform. It’s actually anything but. First, a band of government agents will lie in wait, covert operatives playing a cat and mouse game until you make the horrific mistake of accepting your mail. Then, like a plague of locusts, they’ll descend upon the sanctity of your home, ransacking it from roof to basement.
These paramilitary tactics have evolved in order to fight the War on Drugs, and are no doubt necessary in dealing with dangerous cocaine dealers. But I’ve seen far too many of these operations targeted at hapless personal steroid users. We’re talking eight to ten government agents spending their day at the taxpayers’ expense sifting through the house of some otherwise law-abiding musclehead for some vials of hormones while his wife and kids are held hostage. The government may claim that they’re only going after the big fish. False. Maybe that’s what they’re trying to do, but they certainly aren’t doing it very well. I’ve seen quite modest amounts of gear deemed worthy of the costs and efforts of controlled deliveries and raids in numerous confirmed cases: 20 tablets and 10 vials (North Carolina); 300 Anabol tablets (Grand Rapids, Michigan); 20 vials of testosterone (Lansing, Michigan); 150 Anabol tablets (Cincinnati, Ohio); 10 Sustanon bottles and 150 Winstrol tablets (Texas); 13 testosterone vials and 200 D-bol (North Dakota) and many, many others. In fact, I’d estimate that the majority of controlled deliveries I’ve seen have involved quantities that are consistent with personal use. Further, of all the controlled deliveries I’ve seen, only a tiny percentage has been to a teenager or a competitive athlete – the two classes targeted by steroid criminalization. The people being targeted for government raids are mostly cosmetic steroid users in their 30’s.
Some state authorities seem to be more into going after juice cases than others. Texas and Michigan seem to produce a high number of calls to my office. But the most active of all is Maryland. It’s either the juice capital of America or the anti-juice capital of America. Either the volume of steroid packages destined for the jacked-up population of Maryland is so outrageously out-of-control that authorities quite reasonably just have to do something, or the Maryland State Police really have a massive vendetta against juicers and way too much time on their hands. I’ve seen more low-level steroid cases in Maryland than anywhere else in the country. I don’t know why.
Here’s a controlled delivery story from Maryland. I’m reproducing it here in the client’s very own words, just as he sent it to me by e-mail, with only a couple of minor but necessary identity changes:
I was washing my car at approximately 11:00 a.m. when the postman approached with a package. He asked if the address was 1628 and I answered yes and took the package. I set the package down in the garage area and continued to dry my car off. At this time unmarked vehicles swarmed the driveway, a tall male got out the car closest to me and asked if I was [name]. When I answered yes he immediately handcuffed me and said I was under arrest for possession of narcotics and they had a warrant to search the premises. He then proceeded to walk me into the garage area while other agents entered the house. Moments later they came back out and said, “We’re clear.”
I was then escorted into the house and sat down in the kitchen. I asked to see the warrant and the tall male informed me that it was not my property, and my parents would see it when they got home. They did not have a warrant at this time because phone calls were being made to see if they had it yet. Also, other agents were complaining about the process of getting a warrant, saying that it took too long to get a hold of the judge in many cases. I was questioned about the contents of the package that was delivered and told them I didn’t know. It was labeled as PC software, so I told them it probably was. I received packages quite regularly, and explained the return address didn’t sound familiar but I do sign up to receive free items quite often. An officer then showed me two packages that had been stopped by Customs and asked what I knew about them, and I told him I knew nothing about them. They asked me if I had any drugs in the house and I told him I had some capsules of DNP, an abbreviation for 2,4 dinitrophenol, a legal pesticide. I showed two agents where the DNP was located, and told them I also had some white pills that I could not identify.
I was then walked back into the kitchen. One agent began asking me for general information (name, address, phone # etc.) but he was interrupted by a female officer because she wanted to read me my rights. Other agents were searching the yard and other rooms in the home. The officers again began to question me about the package, trying to intimidate me. At this time a female officer opened the parcel and inside were twelve ampoules of Sustanon 250. They asked me what they were and by reading the label I was able to tell them the Sustanon looked to be testosterone. I was told I was a “low man on their totem pole” and they hadn’t been very busy lately. They said if the drugs were for someone else, I should call that person and they would arrest him instead of me. I also was questioned about some old friends and they said they could make things a lot easier on me if I would sign up to be a confidential informant and help them make a few busts. I was also questioned about who was growing pot in the area. I told them I didn’t know because I got myself out of that life many years ago.
At this time another female officer was left to “baby-sit” me while the officer who was questioning me went to search the vehicles including a 1993 Dodge that it was later discovered was not on the search warrant. At one point an agent came out and said, “We have a whole pharmacy back there.” They continued to badger me into cooperation and tell them about the drugs and it was at this time I invoked my Miranda rights. The tall male that made the arrest said my mother was on her way home. Not much more was said and a little later the agents brought out two large paper bags, a desktop computer, and a rifle from my room. When an officer asked if I should stay until my mother arrived, the tall male explained that he did not really call her. No one was notified of my arrest during this search and I was not able to call a lawyer when I requested, which I thought I had the right to do as an American citizen. The arresting officer even told me a lawyer couldn’t do anything for except tell me to sit there and cooperate. He said I would have an opportunity to do so at the detention center.
Anyway, controlled deliveries of anabolics are something we’ll need to deal with. So let’s talk about the issues that come up most frequently when people ask me about the topic.
(This is an excerpt from LEGAL MUSCLE, Chapter 19)
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