Duane Jackson flew from London to Atlanta and was busted at airport customs with 6500 ecstasy tablets he'd hidden in a bottle of talcum powder. In this thrilling first-person account he describes the surreal hours he spent immediately afterwords with a hilariously inept team of DEA agents who tried to use him to set up a sting.
At the end of this story Jackson promises that he will continue to tell this fascinating tale. I really hope he does. I looked at his website and found a spoiler: "Duane grew up in childrens' homes in the East End of London, left school with no qualifications and ended up serving a 5 year prison sentence for drug trafficking. He served time in US and UK prisons."