More details have emerged about Cameron Douglas‘ once-thriving, now-busted drug hustle: far from being the guy who buys an ounce of shrooms so he can sell to his friends and trip for free, Cameron was a middle man for serious quantities of tina. Oh, I’m sorry, I live in West Hollywood. You call it crystal meth.
Cameron has moved pounds of that rocket fuel since 2006, allege the Feds, including a recent shipment of 215 grams to a PO box. For all you pot smokers out there thinking, 215 grams? I could smoke that in a week, keep in mind that this is meth. You don’t really need a lot. A teensy-weensy bump will keep you up for a day. A bigger bump will make your heart explode. 215 grams could cure the Midwest’s obesity epidemic.
This info comes courtesy of three of Cameron’s best customers flipped by the Feds into informants, either with the threat of jail time or the promise of free meth. During their taped phone calls, Cameron used the coded phrase “bath salts” to talk about meth. How is that even a code word?! Meth is a salt! “Hydochloride salt of methamphetamine”? And it’s water-soluble. So busted! My friends and I, on the other hand, had much better code words for speed in high school – “nice” and “go fast.” “Nice” because it’s real nice, and “go fast” because duh. And I’m free today to type this.
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