As I rose out of my sleep, my back was aching, and my neck was hurting from sleeping on the cold jail floor. Yes, a jail cell which I have no clue as to how I ended up in here. I get up and begin to pace around trying to remember what happened the night before. As I begin to pace around the cell I pull out a granola bar, which I remembered was my snack the for the long car ride I took last night, but a car ride to where?  I reach deeper in my pockets and find a bus ticket to New york and remember the bar wasn't for a car ride it was for the bus I was taking. Why was I on a bus to New york? As I reach my hands in my pocket to think, I feel another piece of paper crumbled up at the bottom of my pocket. I pull it out and unfold it enough to read it, "meet me at this location: 129 BEAK DRIVE". This address was in the town I lived in, it is a dirt road with not too much along it. When I look down at my pants there is white powdery stains and dirt covering the jeans I was wearing. The night was beginning to comeback to me, I was transporting something but what? I begin to check my back pockets and find a brownish tan tape sticking to the inside of my pockets. It hit me, I was moving cocaine but It wasn't for anyone bad, I know I was doing it for a good reason. I had to be doing an inside job helping the authorities. I reach into my final pocket and find what looks like my card that was given to me by the chief person at the office of the FBI! I was doing an inside job and the bus ticket was given to me to get out of town before whoever I was taking the coke to found me. On the card that the chief had given me was a phrase to use if I ever was caught up.

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