The epic drug dealer thread

KingJeff

KingJeff

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One time I wqs in NY doing hwroin and my black friend suggested we sell it. So he and I sell dope and start making BANK. but then I keep doing it and the connect drys up so we start losing money. After we decide to go to florida to get more cheap. On the way I keep doing it, we go to jail, my arm turns black, my gf back home goes ass to ass for some heroin at some random perverted business party...oh wait this is Requiem for a Dream...I STILL HAVE BOTH ARMS.

I in all seriousness am thinking of going clean again. Its against my philosophical beliefs to do heroin. I wouldnt say its a religion but has to do with our souls. Basically I feel we all make our own hell and obsly heroin is mine. I decided to try and move on from the guilt and pain from my dead friend (posted in confessions), my own hangups and heart break, and even forgive my enemies. I might even make a detox thread soon. But Im loving the dealer stories the fish bait one made me LOL.
 
Unclebaldrick

Unclebaldrick

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Bobby sold H. That was how he supported his gambling habit - nevr used. Bobby was African-American with one of those 1970s Afros. He kept a pet girl much younger than him around. Lost suburban girl from a good family. Girlfriend? Sex slave? Who the fuck knows in these situations? At some point their relationship, he let her hang around for free smack. Bobby didn't live in the ghetto. Although he moved a lot, he was always near the hipster areas. Very convenient. He almost always had the China - not that icky tar shit. We snorted, so it mattered a lot.

He always had an impassive look, usually a smug little grin. He said little and when he did it was sort of monosyllabic. You knew he had a heart in there somewhere but he had a way of shutting it off - a necessity for a junk dealer. So the wifey (ex) and I got to be his favorites. Compared to most of his clientele this might have just been functional. The drugs had not yet fucked up our day jobs. So when Bobby re-upped, we found out first so that we could swing by the dodgy gas station and pick him up a bottle of Dormin to cut it.

Part of me thinks that Bobby had seen it all and knew that we had been on the cusp of some serious degeneracy for some time but still hoped we would pull our shit together. He had to be something of a sociopath, but I think he also rooted for us. We were as friendly as one can be with the pusher man. When he would get busted, we would reattach his door and tend for his pets until he got sprung.

When he had kidney stones, we took him to the hospital. I was there when they hit him with intravenous goodies and he called out the doctor for the quality of his meds. "you ain't got shit doc!" he scolded. "give it time", I said. A moment later he slurred "I was wrong doc, this is gooooood shiiii."

The girl was a hot mess. Riskiest behavior possible. You could tell that the odds of her surviving it all were minimal. I would be happy if I were wrong. I never really do this, but I Googled Bobby. Damned if his mugshot didn't come up. It's been a dozen years but the only thing that changed was the 'fro. Same damn "fuck you" grin. He got busted last year, probably for the first time this millennia.

He was the last guy I copped from. Decided to get help. Had to be ready to do it. In retrospect, I'm glad he was around. I was going to use anyway at that point. At least this way I wasn't taking more risk. A lot of my friends and acquaintances did not survive the 90s.
 
KingJeff

KingJeff

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Unclebaldrick said:
Bobby sold H. That was how he supported his gambling habit - nevr used. Bobby was African-American with one of those 1970s Afros. He kept a pet girl much younger than him around. Lost suburban girl from a good family. Girlfriend? Sex slave? Who the fuck knows in these situations? At some point their relationship, he let her hang around for free smack. Bobby didn't live in the ghetto. Although he moved a lot, he was always near the hipster areas. Very convenient. He almost always had the China - not that icky tar shit. We snorted, so it mattered a lot.

He always had an impassive look, usually a smug little grin. He said little and when he did it was sort of monosyllabic. You knew he had a heart in there somewhere but he had a way of shutting it off - a necessity for a junk dealer. So the wifey (ex) and I got to be his favorites. Compared to most of his clientele this might have just been functional. The drugs had not yet fucked up our day jobs. So when Bobby re-upped, we found out first so that we could swing by the dodgy gas station and pick him up a bottle of Dormin to cut it.

Part of me thinks that Bobby had seen it all and knew that we had been on the cusp of some serious degeneracy for some time but still hoped we would pull our shit together. He had to be something of a sociopath, but I think he also rooted for us. We were as friendly as one can be with the pusher man. When he would get busted, we would reattach his door and tend for his pets until he got sprung.

When he had kidney stones, we took him to the hospital. I was there when they hit him with intravenous goodies and he called out the doctor for the quality of his meds. "you ain't got shit doc!" he scolded. "give it time", I said. A moment later he slurred "I was wrong doc, this is gooooood shiiii."

The girl was a hot mess. Riskiest behavior possible. You could tell that the odds of her surviving it all were minimal. I would be happy if I were wrong. I never really do this, but I Googled Bobby. Damned if his mugshot didn't come up. It's been a dozen years but the only thing that changed was the 'fro. Same damn "fuck you" grin. He got busted last year, probably for the first time this millennia.

He was the last guy I copped from. Decided to get help. Had to be ready to do it. In retrospect, I'm glad he was around. I was going to use anyway at that point. At least this way I wasn't taking more risk. A lot of my friends and acquaintances did not survive the 90s.
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And here I am...the new geberation of junkie. I was born 91. Odd huh? Did you start abusing rx opiates or straight smack? All of my generations stwrted on oxys then went to heroin as where most old timers just did smack
 
Unclebaldrick

Unclebaldrick

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KingJeff said:
And here I am...the new geberation of junkie. I was born 91. Odd huh? Did you start abusing rx opiates or straight smack? All of my generations stwrted on oxys then went to heroin as where most old timers just did smack
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Complicated answer. I realized how I was wired the first time I tasted legal ones. Then I had access to morphine for a while. Years pass. Then heroin. Pills were around but harder to find.
 
bird mcbride

bird mcbride

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I walk the straight and narrow because my children need me:) That doesn't mean that I don't smoke weed and cigarettes. Looks like heroin must improve peoples spelling. I only grow weed cause I like to smoke it. Sure, some people might not like waiting but most dealers have to work around the heat, and around the clock. Most dope dealers take the easiest deals first and the most profitable ones first. You may have to wait. Just because a drug dealer served you last week doesn't mean that you'll be served next week. The drug dealer may want to hear your complaints. Better to be popped with just one deal on a newbie than a string of them. etc.
 
lowryderlove

lowryderlove

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I just read through this entire thread while munching out, was some very good entertainment. On that note let me warp ALL OF YOUR MINDS WITH TALES FROM THE SOUTH

You see, where I live H Dealers are GOOD. I don't do that stuff either which way, nor do I care if that's your choice. (I was addicted to Benzos for 3 years, its JUST as addicting, and availiable from any doctor if you ask.) so i know how hard the clean coming is. I got off exactly ONE YEAR TODAY though, I guess which is why I felt I needed to post on this thread. ANYWAY I digress:

So You guys think H dealers are bad? Here they will do anything you ask for and the stuff is sold easily that people walk with syringes behind their ears if they are total frickin junkies in their hood. Nope, its the bud dealers you gotta worry about here...

Ever seen that movie "Spun", yeah thats how they are here... lets see..

Skimpy J - A last resort for EVERYONE. This guy had been dealing for the better part of 20 years so much his kids and wife would hand out stuff. Being I am a good tech guy I got on his good side and he would pay me to do jobs in stashes. He would buy huge 60 inch tvs and aquariums, and the guy got locked up on a nearly BI WEEKLY basis. Didn't stop him from going to vegas on an all out vacation with his wife, I figured he was in good with the mob or something. His sacks were so small that it was almost like you bought nothing at all, and his timing.... You would go by, he'd be asleep. You would go by again, three hours later, he'd be asleep as would everyone but his wife who didn't know where they hid their stuff. SIX HOURS LATER they would answer you would go by, and have to take them to pick it up somewhere from a drop. And THIS WAS ALL HE SOLD.

Frank The Tank - Always on his way. Don't have a ride hey I got you covered, I even called you to tell you I could do it. Yeah man, I'm on my way. This guy would say ANYTHING to try to keep your money. Call him at 10 AM and he would be like "Hell yeah dude lemme just go out to eat with my chick and I got you for sure.", ask him if he meant within the next hour? "Hell yeah right now, real quick". Two hours pass by, don't wanna bother him so you patiently wait. Finally you call again. "Ah my bad man, XXXX happened with XXXX and I had to XXX" (the XXX are interchangable), "I'll be there right now". Five more hours pass, "Hey my bad homie, XXX had to XXX and I had to reup cuz I am out I am on my way there now". Finally! you think to yourself he's coming and then.... twos hours pass, it is now It's 7 PM and you get a call "Say I am pulling up!". You go outside and he's like "My bad", and repeats some sort of nonsensical stuff that you don't care about because he's finally there. You get inside and you have to enjoy your bag of brown dirt herbs.

There are more... those two are epic though.
 
JackHererSki

JackHererSki

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Bill- boss at my first job. Kind bud for $100 a half. He was just an asshole

Curt- ended up moving in and selling with. (Lb/wk)

Kelly. Met in 08 started buying from in 10
Now I'm dating her, she stopped selling, and we grow together.
Its fucking beautiful

Critical Jack Auto. 180w 20/4
 
KingJeff

KingJeff

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I had a dealer named Jon Jon. He was actly my second pot dealer ever.

He sold BROWN GODAWFUL REGS. I wouldnt even feed it to my dog. But as a 13 yr old whiteboy what did I expect? So one day I order a quarter for 35, go, wait two hours for him to come home, finally does, give me a speech how "im hot as fuck" and "the dts are watching me" and finally gives me a zip block with 7 foil wrapped gram nic bags

I get home, my friends been in my house two hours, and we were all pissed how long it took, I open it...its all napkins. Each nick bag is napkins. And the best...he actually put seeda in the napkins...why? Who the fuck knows. I call him, he aplogizes and tells me to ride back...I ride back, his mom answers. Hes 33 by the way. She says "jon jon aint home".

Long story short he robbed us. A few years later I was at a party and huess who walks in? I was actly ironically with the same friends I was with that night even five years later. He fucking BOOKS it out into a car and peels off like I was gonna kill him...I really wasnt THAT mad juat wanted my 35.
 
KLITE

KLITE

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I knew a dealer back in the Uk who was the way all dealers should be:

He'd only have extremely high grade, if he couldnt get it he wouldnt work. If was going to take 10 minutes or 4 hours he'd tell you and would always be on time and if he wasnt hed tell in advance. He would wear a suit and deliver wherever you were in his wee car. He aso changed his phone number 3 or 4 times a month. I was never displeased once with quality or quantity. A professional bloke.
 
bud nugbong

bud nugbong

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Yea jeff Ive got a similar story. when I was about 17 I had this connect through a friends brother lets call him red. Well he had good dro he would front me for 200 wich was real decent at the time for a front. so normally I would just sell it for 10 a G wich would go quick. and I would either smoke the rest or make a few bucks (things were good). well one day he comes to my house with a QP and I was kindof shocked because I didn't ask for it. Well a little later while I was gone he sends someone to my house while im gone and takes the shit. of course me being a young fool just paid the money I owed him and that was the end of my hussling days. worked all summer to pay that back.. Looking back I shouldn't have even paid him but I was young and dumb and my family made me feel like I had to or something bad would happen. ....well one day years later I saw him in a public place and as soon as we made eye contact he turned around and left..I must have had a look on my face. and the kid he sent to my house was a pill junkie (OCs)

Another guy is Pube, this guy sits home all day ( ive known him since I was 12, hes my fathers pot dealer) In PJs all day, loud obnoxious man. Im not sure what his deal is but he sells shitty brown weed for way too much. he is always a last resort.
 
curious2garden

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KingJeff said:
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And I hope to god you never have friends or family with addiction, because being judged like that depresses a true addict so much. So I hope you never have to live with guilt of calling a friend "a junkie" and have him OD on you a day later.
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Way to take responsibility for your own actions with this juvenile attempt at load transfer (insert golf clap here). If your loved ones call you a junkie, and you OD in the next 5 minutes, it is BECAUSE YOU ARE A JUNKIE, not because, friends and family called you on it.
 
Commander Strax

Commander Strax

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Over 80% of heroin users inject with a partner, yet 80% of overdose victims found by paramedics are found alone

good people to hang with
 
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