I went to a rave the other day, and boy did I learn a few lessons. I know a few dealers around my town, and wanted to find Molly for the night of. One dude who's hooked me up with some bomb shit in the past said he didn't have any, but knew a guy who did abs that he could get it to me the night of.

Since I knew I was going to get fucked up that night, I decided to be smart and find a ride down there, and plan to take an uber home. My dealer offered to give me said ride down.

When I get in his car, he said "sort of bad news, bro. This shits straight powder. Not capsules like last time."

My plan was to swallow a capsule right before going in, and be long through security before it kicked in. Oh well. Security isn't bad at the venue. I went to a rave there just a week before. Thinking that was my first mistake.

My second mistake, a result of the first, was pocketing it, instead of finding a better hiding place. I go in the doors and see a wall of people, and am greeted by I.D check and asked "Under or over 21?"

"Over." I say, handing him my driver's license.

"Hey, congrats!" dude says, upon seeing my 21st was less than a month before. He straps a wrist band in me and says "Enjoy the show!"

I walk past him, and feel my heart skip a beat. They're patting people down ahead, something I've never seen at this venue. And I've been there many times. "stay calm." I think to myself. Something I actually learned on this subreddit, and practiced through having a few human interactions while higher than shit.

I stood there a moment thought about the situation. It's too late to move the location of the Molly, I have security 3 feet behind me and 5 feet in front of me, with a sea of people who all have the potential of snitching. It's too late to turn back, they have a no re-entry policy. I pulled my phone out of my pocket (while pretending to check it) and gave myself a quick couple pats on my leg, looking like im just inpatient. I couldn't feel the small, 1g baggie in my pocket, and the young security guard in front of me didnt look like he was being very thorough. "I'll be fine." I tell myself. "just stay calm."

Then the middle aged bald security guard from across the room says "Hey, backpack kid. You're next." (backpack kid was me. I had a change of clothes, and the venue Offers paid storage.) Shit. That guy was giving thorough pat downs. "empty your pockets, put your backpack, jacket and hat on the table."

"Fuck, Fuck, fuckity fuck. Just stay calm. You'll be fine." I do as he says. I watch as a lady starts checking my coat pockets and the lining inside my hat.

"Align your legs with your shoulders and put your arms out." he commands. I kid you not, I've been patted down by a cop before, and this guy was more thorough. He was getting close to a sexual harassment claim. I keep my eyes straight ahead the whole time, and am breathing normally, trying my hardest to stay calm. He gets to my Molly pocket, and starts feeling something. "Kid, I'm going to need you to remove that item from your pocket."

F.U.C.K.

I'm literally thinking about how my life is over. What my super Christian parents are going to say to me when I'm behind bars. How I'm going to get raped in prison, etc. "Just. Stay. Calm." I think, one more time. I slowly reach into my pocket, I can feel the small 1g sandwich bag.... And something else. I identify it as the chapstick tube I grabbed because I thought it would be a item to have while on Molly. Completely forgot I brought it. I pull it out, show it to the guard and say "I'm so sorry, sir. I forgot I had this on me."

He looks at it a few seconds, then says "Okay. You're good, kid. Grab your stuff and step over there while they finish searching your backpack."

I pocketed all the stuff I pulled out and walked over to where he indicated. In a minute the (incredibly hot) lady walks over with my backpack. "Hey, you're good to go. Enjoy the show" she says.

"thanks!" I say, back. And head to the bathroom to snort my first line.

Anyway, that's the story of how I almost got caught. Had a great rest of the night! Lessons I learned from it:

1: Never underestimate security. 2: When trying to sneak drugs into a rave, find a better hiding place other than your pocket for gods sake. 3 (and maybe the most important): Just stay calm.

This is my first post to this subreddit, so if I missed anything details, feel free to ask!