The plan was for a score.
Most us journos have had this assignment before.
Find a street corner where the view is unobstructed, so to allow a shooter to snap away, with a long lens, as the transaction goes down.
Hand the money over, and walk away with a bankie of weed.
Then back at the office bang out a 600 word story on the evils of drugs and how it has arrived at a street corner near you.
But this time it was going to be different.
I was going to have my editor’s credit card, to buy probably some black tar heroin.
This illicit exchange was to take place on a dark corner of the internet, on a website called The Silkroad.
For this transaction, we would have needed some bitcoins, and a monkey puzzle of a money trail to throw off any snooping narcs.
The Silkroad is a new drug market, where yuppies no longer have to climb out their bling cars and get their hands dirty on scummy street corners.
A little net savvy and a credit card is all that is needed to shop for any illegal drug known to man.
There would be other challenges to overcome. When you buy on The Silkroad the drug package gets to you courtesy of the global postal system. I would have to find a post box, where the police would be unable to set up a sting.
I thought about The Star’s mail room, as the drug drop. I would also need to get myself a good alias, and let the boys down there in the mail room know it was meant for me.
But our drug deal was never to be. On October 2, a man with a horse shoe porn moustache was tackled by squad of FBI agents in a San Francisco library. He turned out to be Ross Ulbricht, the alleged kingpin behind the Silkroad.
To the drug peddlers on The Silkroad he is better known as Dread Pirate Roberts.
So bang goes the story, but my guess is that soon there will be another shop setting up on that dark corner of the internet, all ready for a journalist drug buy.